Hello i'm still alone.
Cave my eyes from your fires
Hello i'm just a moan
In the time when I was filled with no desires.
I was a cold white tryangle on the pussy foot
The cold man takes his [[texas]] understanding too far
The stove is looking for a messenger bottle
He takes his rice hand and
Puts my holy God through hell
A Sunday morning Preacher gives my cremated mother a hand out.
Now my interested friend is opening his wonder mouth
A mouse takes his time and lands on the front page
Good night.
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