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The Blue
Across your face i see what you are
You wanna kill the sun and blot out the stars.
I know you your nothing, your so small
You're fuckin nothing-nothing at all.
The Sun blots out (optional "the sun comes up")
It reminds me of you,
the slit wrists of the sky
bleeding into the blue.
We twist beneath forever,
but do you know what they've done?
Ants in the afterbirth,
we're slugs under the sun.
I could not wake the dead man dreaming, yeah,
acid party murder at the late show.
OH YEAH
Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior now.
I could not kill the dead man screaming, yeah
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eat my dead cock.
OH YEAH (repeated twice)
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I have fallen deep in love with the sky,
fragments of a sunbeam glaring off the kitchen knife.
The leaves will fall as everything must follow.
Kill your idol, come on jump into the void,
Eat my cold shit.
Everybody whispers where birds fall dead.
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head,
Wiping flecks of foam twisting with rabies,
Bloody we run through these fields of dead daisies.
How can i ever make you know what you've done.
Ants in the afterbirth, slugs under the sun.
I have fallen in love with the sky,
fragments of a sunbeam glaring off the kitchen
Across your face i see what you are
You wanna kill the sun and blot out the stars.
I know you your nothing, your so small
You're fuckin nothing-nothing at all.
The Sun blots out (optional "the sun comes up")
It reminds me of you,
the slit wrists of the sky
bleeding into the blue.
We twist beneath forever,
but do you know what they've done?
Ants in the afterbirth,
we're slugs under the sun.
I could not wake the dead man dreaming, yeah,
acid party murder at the late show.
OH YEAH
Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior now.
I could not kill the dead man screaming, yeah
----------------------------
eat my dead cock.
OH YEAH (repeated twice)
----------------------------
I have fallen deep in love with the sky,
fragments of a sunbeam glaring off the kitchen knife.
The leaves will fall as everything must follow.
Kill your idol, come on jump into the void,
Eat my cold shit.
Everybody whispers where birds fall dead.
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head,
Wiping flecks of foam twisting with rabies,
Bloody we run through these fields of dead daisies.
How can i ever make you know what you've done.
Ants in the afterbirth, slugs under the sun.
I have fallen in love with the sky,
fragments of a sunbeam glaring off the kitchen
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