I left by the time you could see the faces double standing in line to decide life was too much trouble. Pacify from the inside. The flies circle manure. Flaming wire. Everything must come to pass.
Shaming liar waiting to be let go.
While the whip is handed down you and I could mess around.
Apologize for who I know. Places that you might recall
filling up to be set free. Wait for them to come to me.
Sterilize the welcome mat. Staring back to feel it all.
Natural violence. I want to let myself go. Natural violence. Oh and I need you to know;
I don't want to be left for another tide.
No, I don't want to be left for another tide.
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