| Soft hands shivering weightless Piercing eyes still alive And in a rash disguise Tones that would let you cry We'll travel weightless To the center of the hive Of the earth Bonafied and mystified Chemical lips pressing Spreading acidic butterfiles Suicide and alibis We'll travel weightless You beautiful tragedy All under the moon Ashes from the sun Born of fashioning Dead savior Behavior of the serpentine I give you prose for this wretched night I'll give you lies I'll give my eyes Anything to touch your life |
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