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my insides,
folded up, n all over her outsides
dried blood
i just take the out i
couldnt stick
ive been gutted out i
could never live
i could never sound right
but culd u listen 
i could never live right
i been on the mission
its just such a dull knife
oh it hurts
i had been here in a past life
i shouldve learned

the lights broken out in this storage im in
as im strapped to the chair i see saws and a brick
walking inside and shes getting her licks in
something inside tells me im better living

she smiles a bit as she peels back my skin and is angry a bit when she sees little flesh
oh im so sorry ur doing ur best
u cant fatten me up when a bags on my head

my insides, 
folded up, n all over her outsides
dried blood
i just take the out i
couldnt stick
ive been gutted out i
could never live
i could never sound right
but culd u listen 
i could never live right
i been on the mission
its just such a dull knife
oh it hurts
i had been here in a past life
i shouldve learned

Imstill Haunted By The ppl I ate in Denver in 1979 (hollowprpl)

the storyteller.
4EVER // deadwood
avxidmgmt@gmail.com

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