we are
[the ugly ones]
the wind up toys
springs snapping
[loaded]
the lost boys
what of it
i ain't got no concentration
got asthma
got no inhaler
on air thick with
[crass]compounds]
progeny of manifest industry
american soot
black on brick
[red]where[/green]
recedes
bukkake
your girl wants to lay it down
[we want to show her]
a shower of a city boy's affection
debauchery on blonde
does she like it
or just
...know no better...
pink bismuth
placebo
can't make the burning subside
all
[rotten questions]
all
[levitation]
all
[spirit in question]
i got this scrape
gonna leave a scar
gonna keep me from comfort
or sleep
3am wondering
about nothing more than
a
state
of
being
exhaust pipe approaching
your lips
wrap around
suck it like you like it
like a one track mind
like monoxide
little medicine
like getting dizzy
take some chemical
a commercial salve
slow the blood let
and ease the burning
even take pet stains up
off the carpet
rest easy
we've the energy
and the compacity
to fulfill a great potential
we've the disposition
and the appetite
to drown on sugared water
dirty needles
something better
than warm milk
to help you sleep
{sleep}
{sleep}
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