Thoughts Created In The Onion
My friends lay all about me in this sack
And when they leave I know they're never coming back
I know my day will come soon
Be it at six or be it at noon
And I will be executed
And they will be retributed
When tears fall from they're faces
Running down into an oasis
And my last wish still will finally come true
Consumed and inside of you
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