These daughters lend the tongue its sword
sliced through unmeasured suits
giving more barrels to heat
speaches mean nothing to a cord
oh oh oh yeah
these streets lay dead and bloodied
let us use the tongue as a handsaw
buildings broken on top of heroes
faint teaching of neoclasical
let us use the tongue as a handsaw
with as much modesty the scenes
we've read from this bench before
the moth has signed his throat
lies/where/it/falls
the cyclopse hammers fall
on the top of flaming beds
destroying the author of affection
in a definate affectionate slaughter
yeah
she's seen in lovely dresses
much like a whore.........
unpack my heart with words
as deep as the lungs...
quarentine
X communication is bleak
dance in
circles
saturate metaphorical force
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if this shoud fail
if this should fail
new world destruction
HAS MADE US BLACK
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