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This plastic heart, it feels like hell.

These things ive said, I'll mute myself

These ribbon eyes, I'll cut them out.

A fluid verse, a life unshelved.

Crush my skull,

Crush my hope.

What life do you have left?

What bridge do you have to burn?

I’ll lay crawling beneath

The weight of this mountain.

I’ll die waiting for the blood

Of pain to come.

This impeccable painting of crimson,

This impeccable painting of malice.

Judgement, Judgement Day.

Hang yourself

By the body,

The body you once loved.

What else do you have to desire?

What else do you have to burn?

A moth to flame,

A head to shake.

I’ll die waiting for the blood

Of pain to come

This impeccable painting of malice,

This impeccable painting of crimson.