Murder me time
Before I murder myself
And lose me
Where my breath pleads
They have tied a dagger to my hands
Will they hear the final whistle?
Make stone my heart
And black my soul
Open wide my ears
To hear them laugh in needles
Make wide my voice
So now I can bring them
Kill me now!
Before I'm molten
By the supernova
On which I glide
Whose beggar am I?
Hasten your walk
I care not of acids
I'm ragged in present
Fly me to anticipation
And let me taste my tears
Make clear the way
And let us feast
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It's all about knowing Nande the way you never even imagined. I'm lettin you into my head- and that's a privilege.
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