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Sitting
there
pecking
at
the
picture
of
perfection
Waking
at
the
time,
done
fine
grey
matter
Looking
at
the
blood
with
the
brimming
of
a
dead
head
Wonder
if
the
sunshine
will
ever
catch
your
eye?
Picking
at
the
dead
skin
How
does
gonorrhea
feel?
Once
you
read,
keep
us
fed
Falling
off
a
horse's
hide!
Diggin'
me
sunshine,
where's
the
other
bigger
sin?
Deep
inside
the
house,
before
the
roof
caved
in
Getting
in
a
psy-trance
watch
until
you
half-sin
Peaceful
lie
and
then
i'd
end
up
killing
him
Pedaflies
flocking
by,
testified
he's
taken
down
After
all
is
said
and
done,
we
live
to
shit,
to
kill,
to
cum
Pain,
his
trust,
his
tragedy
Why
is
everything
so
needy?
Pointless
after
pain
or
chance
Today
a
laughter
shakes
Pain,
mistrust,
his
tragedy
Pain,
mistrust,
his
tragedy
Pain,
mistrust,
his
tragedy
Why
is
everything
so
needy?
Sitting
there
pecking
at
the
picture
of
perfection
Waking
at
the
time,
done
fine
grey
matter
Sitting
there
pecking
at
the
picture
of
perfection
Waking
at
the
time,
done
fine
grey
matter
"Any
medical
student
could've
seen
that
the
eyes
were
torn
from
the
body
by
nothing
other
than
human
fingers!"
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