The abortion reads the labotomy
Says it won't even bother me
The chalk is finding a flee to wing
How could I not see the other real
What is this suppose to say
The fingers don't make the clay
What is this suppose to be
Now that you are part of me

Your blistering
Is glisering
Inside of me
Starlette

One finger in a broken soul
Is worth two in the open hole
The wax is in her eye and she's dying
She's dead
How is this suppose to feel
The purity and broken seals
What is this suppose to do
Now that I am part of you

Your blistering
Is glisering
Inside of me
Starlette

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