death has a choking hold
words that i cant unfold

my loose lips turn to blisters
for i have not taken breaths
i guess its what i get for laughing at your deaths

im a coward i know and ive worked with it
i scream out sins that have been kept secrets
i count your missing teeth
and all the empty sets

if someone told my secrets their head would be mine
but my loose lips will get it in due time
the broken lines are all around my body
with words tattooed, "cut here"

my loud mouth will soon be sewed shut.
till then every one will know that your a fucking slut

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