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smell your perfume on your body

She’s Anorexic shawdy 

Texting me everyday 

But never wants to call me 

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My mind is filled with lust

I want your fucking love 

Not time for what’s and buts

Right now we’re gonna fuck

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I’m obsessed with you

Pictures of you in my room perfect blue 

I wanna make you small

Keep you in my pocket 

Better not break 

That little promise 

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You’ll see me in the corner of your eye

I’d rather you be a corpse if it means your mine 

I’m on your ig

I’m fucking drooling 

I know you’re dead inside me you’re not fooling 

Ilysm 

Don’t like those boys your with you shouldn’t be with them

I think your heaven sent 

Open your mail I gave you a little present 

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I go to all your shows 

I’m your biggest fan

Yet you gave your heart away to this man

My friends say I’m delusional but I think I can

Wait to you find out my biggest plan

THE BEST OF ME

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Bloody scratch marks on the wall bitch this nightmarehouse 

You ran in the hallway and fell you can’t get out 

She looks like Nancy Thompson she’s gorgeous 

But I think she’d look better with her throat slit

This nightmare only begins after waking 

You look so cute when your skinny legs are shaking 

I’m like Ricardo sending boxes to your house  

She’s standing across from me taking off her blouse 

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You can be my girl I can give you the world 

Until your severed heads online 

You’ll never be anyone’s but mine 

I wanna feel deep inside your spine 

Think about me as your belching in the bathroom

Bloody vomit on the floor it looks like a heart 

Your like my marygold in full bloom

Wanna get your petals and rip them apart 

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I see her walking in the hallway 



I see her crying in the corner 



I don’t know why your here

You looked so fucking cute in that black dress 

You kinda look like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You’ll have something in common with that actress

THINK ABOUT ME

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leechers bite my style and think that I can’t tell



End my life meet your rotting dead girlfriend in hell



Screaming and crying accompanied by ringing bells 



Check-out leaving your corpse strung up at the hotel



Walking in the dead of night 

Seeing doubles like the black swan 



Skullz on my bb belt 

want your head for another one 



I’m not even real

But I want you to be my dead bride



You get the deal

Leave me again and you get your neck sliced 



Dancing around with reanimated corpses 



Seeing yours almost made me almost forget ur gorgeous 



When you smile like that you look so insidious 



Can’t hang with u when you xanned out cuz your so fucking oblivious 



Laughter coming from underneath the bed



Don’t you wish that you could look



Looking at your face in the mirror after all the blood you bled



Pale face standing behind you looking at what they took

TAPES #killer2

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Flashlight dark room 

Snuff coming 2 ur browser soon

Cameras on me 

Talking about the bodies in the interview 

Sun going down 

Creatures rising from the crypts 

Cute girl under my bed

Blood dripping from her lips



Knife going down your stomach 

Pressures boutta tear 



I know you hate this life

I can make you disappear 



Get pretty for the photograph 

If only you knew 



That your cute face is gonna be immortalized on the news 



search parties gonna be so disappointed 



When they find you in two different places 



I wanna be with you in the place that comes after 



There’s demons in my room please don’t tell the pastor 



I don’t know why



Our body parts must share the same art



fly in the sky



Watching over the forest where we lay to rot 



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I found your picture hanging on the back of my door 

Don’t come to my house 

No one lives there anymore 

And we lovers 

Until the saddening end 

All the time we’d spend

All the blood we’d bled

LAY AND ROT

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me
Lacerations all over her bloated corpse 
Butterflies in her mouth when she washed to shore 
Seeing herself from a third person view 
a life in a cruel world when you don’t have a clue
yearning for attention but no one ever reaches you back
Clipboards gave you pills to add the traits that you so sadly lacked 
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Demons under her bed that only came out when they heard her crying 
concealed grinning spread across their face when they found that they planned on dying 
Life wasn’t good to her 
Now she’ll show them what she’s truly made of 
If only her brain could transfer 
To the body of the person that she could love
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The Angels are calling me 
To tell me to come look and see
All of them are enemies 
Crawling like centipedes 
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The Angels are calling me 
To tell me to come look and see
they saw me when I prayed 
And they’ll watch a decay of a pretty face
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od1
everything i thought i learned
you showed me how to watch it burn
set ablaze to my heart n turn it to ashes
watch me fall as my life flashes
everybody watching me
i cant help but feel to flee
rip my thoughts n throw em at me
ill never forgive u after everything
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fucked with my brain
and now im stuck here
looking for a way
to make it all clear
look into the mirror
cuz i dont see you
hit me back up if u wna disappear
gouge my fucking eyes
i dont wanna see this anymore
show me all you've got so i can make sure i never return

DECAY OF A PRETTY FACE + od1ous

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You hear their screams 

Muffled by the laws that bind us

It’s not a dream

watching from the trees around us

The razor gleams 

As you drag it down your arm 

At least you’ll be safe 

By the Algiz on your charm 

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camera focusing on your last living breath 

An outward motion moving your ribs and breast

Returning to the soil is something that you’ve chose 

Snowdrops bloomed from calcium within your bones 

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An aching sense to fulfill atonement 

But how much of my blood must I give 

A red wrapped box with bow like a present 

And a force compels you to look it 

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Crying  

and rotting 

I’m sorry 

Red stockings  

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She’s sobbing 

red string

Unsowed 

a beautiful contrast on the snow

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Crying 

and rotting 

I’m sorry 

Red stockings  

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She’s sobbing 

red string

Unsowed 

The sight you behold will never be known

THE MIST THAT BINDS US

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Don’t turn the lights off
There’s monsters in the dark
She ashed my cigarette on her wrist to leave a mark
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Paper notes under her nails 
Tight jeans thigh gap and a whale tail
Do think you’re in purgatory 
It’s okay I’ll stop and tell a different story
If left you notes do would you grow to adore me?
She snuck out her window memento mori 
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Whole town 
Grieving 
A death before dishonor 
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Flashing lights 
Questions 
But nobody had saw her 
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pretty face plastered 
Hit the gas go faster 
I think she’s a spell castor   
Someone call the pastor 
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Vhs camera 
Focusing upon the woods 
Fingers pointing, cries that not doing good 
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If this was 1962 
Would they call you a witch?
And if you were given a chance
would you make the switch?
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The blood isn’t even red from the lack of saturation 
If you were given a choice would you learn about creation 
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Rum tum tugger 
Go back to you mother 
screaming cry for help
That isn’t answered by the others

ADORNED IN THORNS

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Last words ever spoken 
At the early bird detention 
An early bird who got the worm 
But never learn the lesson 
Lacerated ligaments
A body made of porcelain
Glass bones shattered 
One of gods frail instruments
The squelching ensemble your sleeves make when you turn 
If mother walked in it would make her stomach churn
Either you’ll get a burial 
Or they’ll choose to let you burn 
A heartbeat off kilter 
No solution to discern 
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A lifeless husk
A skin a sort of grey
Organs inside out
A chilling rainy day
If I mutilate’s my flesh 
One day it‘l go away 
Would you let me rest in your arms 
As I fade away 
Self inflicted burns 
Puss, infections: stinging pain 
What feelings would be evoked 
At the sight of my decay 
All of your choices
Have led to this day 
It’s too cold outside 
my little morgue is where you’ll stay

OFF KILTER KIN

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lyrics
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pivotal stroll
In a foreboding place 
A most well mannered wolf
Unrequited in pace
And there’s masquerade masks
And she’s Drowning in hands 
And there’s Blood mixing tears and cum
With Lucious Blond strands 
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A bucket of vomit 
A Mask made from her face 
A dream not yet lucid 
Yet you’re walking in place

Blood dripping
When upwards 
A tapping on the face 

Your body 
18 forever
hottie cold case

Would you take my hand 
If there was no warmth 
Would hold softly 
To shield from the thunderstorm

If you head was severed 
would u be reborn
Futile endeavors 
Gagging blood amongst the corn
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pivotal stroll
In a foreboding place 
A most well mannered wolf
Unrequited in pace
And there’s masquerade masks
And she’s Drowning in hands 
And there’s Blood mixing tears and cum
With Lucious Blond strands 
walk in the woods
She’s Up to no good
Found the remains of your girlfriend 
Yet you pulled down the hood
Make up with insomnia 
mirror feels sorry for ya 
touch at the store front 
rife kleptomania

DROWNING IN HANDS

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Behave 
That’s what they say yet they ignore your
Decay
Due to a straying to the path you
Paved 
I think there’s a monster but we have to be brave 
Cuz nobody gets bit if they just
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Behave 
That’s what they say but they ignore your
Decay
Due to a straying to the path that you
Paved 
It’s dark and desolate just stay in the cave
Social butterflies left cocoons in ur brain
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Stop taking walks at night in a den of wolves 
A lamb a dozen they’ll enjoy wearing your wool

A ghost of 18 years, can you even see me?
Take a hammer break my feet tie me to the bed like it’s misery

A walk in the cemetery tombstones have no name 
You’ll die as a idiot if you slit your wrists in vain
A family photo but a need to crop the frame 
As you’re being beaten bloodied you should pay your thanks to Cain
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cheering and claps
You’re lying flat on your back 
Tears wiped from purple and black
Cum in your throat and you hack

A porcelain doll
I think whom’s taken it’s toll
Your hands they’re so cold
entrails feasted on by the crows 

sorry I’m weak and frail
pretty in atrophy  
Just run your hand though my hair
Oh so gently

fever dream then your cold 
Hold you till we’re old
Flowers bloom aside mold
As beauty fades in a hole 
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documentary featured in black and white
glimpses of color; skin under flashing lights
Do you see god when you look at the sky
Does he look back when it’s your candy at ‘9 

Will you hit the floor if you're falling back
Crosswords spelling die scribbled out in black
Kissing her hand, a peck to a lepper
Is there proof of a soul in her autopsy letter

DESPOILED PORCELAIN

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Eyes wide shut 
Look don’t touch 
Rosey cheeks on a winter day 
A subtle nod followed by a blush
Rushing 
Pressure on the skull
crushing 
Lusting 
thought of final breaths
Blushing 
I don’t wanna be buried 
I’m a little scared of the dark 
A steak set ablaze like she’s Joan of arc
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Tears and snot running coupled with a smile 
Bathroom covered head to toe with birthday cake and bile 
Scary faces grinning in the corner of your eye 
Sleeping soundly then you feel claws creeping up your thighs 
They can see your soul behind your eyes
a puppy left in the pound not even given a goodbye
A dove with clipped wings still trying to fly 
Dolled up VHS running so we’ll look cute when we die
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Masks at your door Halloween
crying coupled with screams
Strangers in a circle chanting cheering for your suffering
Scary stories with flashlights 
We’re going where you won’t need eyes 
Sunken cheeks decaying skin
Constricted by ripped tights 
Myriad of ballerinas 
She’s lost no one has seen her 
Lucky rabbits paw on a keychain, it was faux
An unknown portrait above Jane Doe

DEAD DOVES

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gossip spoken softly 
Bailey’s uggs leashed border collies 
driving drunk tree kamikaze 
She’s not picking up the phone cuz 
She’s lost 
Her cheeks blush from the frost
She’s got the eyes of a doll
Hundreds of dolls picked up and smashed porcelain faux

A kiss, looks at you oddly 
somber sense of melancholy 
Do you think monsters are real
Cuz she spoke to one in the woods and 
She’s gone
Paradise lost
A Covenant with Bael 
They want to wear your pelt like a fox 

what did you do last summer 
Pouting face your such a bummer 
A skin devoid of color 
Lamenting to your mother 
The fall 
To devils you enthrall 
Silhouette wall 
Would you hail the aid 
Of a wounded does call

atrophying body 
Clothes from the rain all wet and soggy 
They see clear Illuminati 
Standing ovation then the 
Curtain call 
the scent of fall 
In A masquerade ball
The music stops eyes drawn to you 
Resumes with a pretty face mauled

I saw it a dump a body
Covered with mud from rain 
Her Rhinestone prom dress 
Still shining when they found her slain

demons adore you 
Make you feel brand new 
Would you shop in the market if it was ran by
Goblins 

How do you feel that when you fall down they cheer 
alone in the thicket open season you’re their deer

Angels 
Falling 
A sense your not important 😦
Bloodshot 
Vomit 
Red light recording

FAUX FOX FUR

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Does it make you want to dance 
Let’s cut eyes into our palms 
Would my body look hot crushed and mangled inside of your car
Does it make you want to dance
Purple Neck imprinted hands 
At the party a wolf’s drooling for a sacrificial lamb
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Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance
Frail legs tripped, I think I heard a snap 
Crows in Droves, it’s all a front, she knows
A birthday suit barley shielding the fragile bones
A howl, A scowl, lets be quiet like an owl
Necrotic flesh being gnawed on by the hounds 
Sad clowns she drowned that’s a party foul 
Wings clipped, from a pretty face to a wrung fowl

WOLVES DANCE

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A Quiet stare from a doe
A harsh embrace from the cold
Would your eyes still glow 
Reflecting blood in the snow

One string unsown
I heard voices below 
think there’s bodies down there?
If you’re too scared we won’t go 

Hollow breathing overpowered by a ticking clock
Adverse to prayer but quick to kneel 
There’s lights behind us flickering I think we’re being stalked
Ms Rabbit became Ms roadkill on her final walk

Skin constricting a spine 
Grotesque yet pretty 
I must opine 
It’s all out of pity 
Would you pay with your flesh 
To escape the fee
When cold kisses your nose
Will you give in and freeze 
 
Pretty bows, a crown befits a doe
A pain inside your head humming low but then it grows
If you were a mouse in a trap would you fight and gnaw 
would you feel victory when your leg comes off

a pretty face ripped apart 
Beauty drowns and fades once set in a vase 
Is the fear of decay what protects your facade 
The hole to your wrist slowdances with your heart 
A leap from the nest an attempt in forlorn 
A smile veiling the true look of scorn 
A life made useless from toils left torn 
Smile and wince, it looks good in the porn

Would you gouge out your eyes
To not spoil surprise
Would you dance in the night 
After he said goodbye
Would you cut off your wrist 
Carving bit by bit 
If a man in a suit 
Promised eternal bliss 
Would you cut off your legs 
To escape walking though thicket 
Would you carve up your body 
For a golden ticket 
Would you smile and bow
As the curtain comes down 
And as the satin drowns 
Make a face like a clown 

A flock of crows 
Laughing at what’s beheld
Are we stuck in a dream 
My legs are stuck from a spell
A gentle gust and drow
The roar of tubular bells 
Would it be different 
In the second circle of hell

A dash of sugar to sweeten up the cake 
You feel claws scarping as it viscerates your throat
A dash of bitter now your salivas opaque 
You try to form words but you just sound like a crow

IF YOU'RE TOO SCARED WE WONT GO

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Mold plaguing
The fridge 
Blood under the teeth
Corpse in the hometown 
Needa get out the city 
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If I died in the snow 
Would you feel chilly
When your skin tears I qeueze 
Its like we’re Siamese 
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Lacking awareness she’s being cuddled by a corpse
The downward curve of your breast to stomach while you lie on the floor
A placid pale visage shot on super 8
16mm on ur rib cage to accentuate your waist
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The soul is in the eyes
But yours produced no light 
Her skin glows a luscious pale 
Theres a full moon tonight
There’s a fridge full of whores
My head fell on the floor
roll of film tinted red 
Of beauty adjourned 
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A weird habit that occurs while walking down a hallway 
Eyes glued to walking feet for what could be afar 
A girl of whom looks prettiest on Sunday’s 
Nice suit, business card she’s gonna be a star
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The feeling of skin
Recently wet
Her smile looks kind in the rain
But you sense forms of regret
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The bath’s tinted pink
Do you think that he wept
There’s 9 circles in hell 
Lets cut our wrist and roulette
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Vomit inside the stall
From a blonde who has it all
Teeth bleeding from a silver spoon
Yet you find yourself enthralled 
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When she talks, she’s bleeds
Her mouth shut less it’s for sale
Could the cure for gluttony 
Be a mouth full of staples
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Why is the lamb silent
I wish she would call me 
Her legs are turning yellow 
Exposition atrophy 
Awake into a dream
A shouting motion but a silent scream
Triangles encasing eyes surrounding me what could it mean

SILVER & STAPLES

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Cute as a button 
The last serenade 
There’s cum left in your mouth 
Can you taste the disgrace 
arms feel so heavy 
that house on the hill 
Find the pieces in there 
That can help her to feel 
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The scent of soil and rain 
In bittersweet hell
nothing left in there 
Just a smile masking the shell
stitched n sewed
Olive eyes like a doll
A death en passant
her lifeless body a pawn
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If it’s cut up like a slab of meat would the sight arouse your appetite 
He’s charming but don’t let it tempt her 
A black box for the gifts it gave 
You’re scared to peep through the keyhole of his meeting with his favorite guest tonight 
On the 10th count a black sheep
Embraced by the reservoir duvet
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Would you still look at me if I had glass for eyes 
skin the same shade as a corpse 
The the oak floor showered with blood, cum & bile 
They’re expectantly yelling encore
at the end of the hallway his eyes lit up red 
Despite your best efforts can’t read his intent 
Her neck started tearing coming undone again
Despite the best effort of a needle and thread 
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My gums bleed from delights 
I’m scared of those angry dogs 
I saw a pretty red bird 
But I blinked and then it was gone

RESERVOIR DUVET

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She moped just like a dog
For that blood fixated beau
Skin from ash to peachy
from his lusty little prose 
Hey
Hello
Did you see how much it snowed?
On the wall 
Her hide 
It’s like our life’s a TV show
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Skin and face too fair
Yet a thousand casted stones 
A yell preceding shatter 
Of fragile little bones 
Hey 
I’m scared
it just stands there and stares
Just stay
It’s bare
Just run your fingers through my hair again 
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One thousand owls
Just watch how they scowl
Will they take off their feathers 
And make you a crown 
They’ve grown rabid from lust 
Tortured by snuff 
A sweeting like you
They might eat you for lunch 
Nosebleeds and howls
They’re eating the clown 
He looks oh so smug 
Yet he’s not well endowed
A smile forced to withdraw
I think I’m a swan 
Just tell me I’m cherished 
before i rot

ONE THOUSAND OWLS

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One, two, three flights of stairs 
Raindrops n blood dying sandy blonde hair
Four, five knocks I think he’s out there 
Legs 12 feet from her stomach after meeting the bear
Five four with a horrible stare 
Carnivorous fangs stripping flesh from a hare
Three, two one lights camera action 
Leaving you spotty just like his Dalmatian

If I lie flat can you see my ribs
Pearly smile see your face inside his grin 
turning yellow as it dribbles down your chin 
His legs crossed capriciously from thoughts of her without skin 

The tile looks like a pollock constricting pain in her chest 
bruises like the sun in dawn it’s kinda picturesque 
Would you be fine with dying if I could pick the dress 
she cant move considering theres nothing but straw inside her legs 

Skull fucked 
Petals plucked 
pretty face starstruck
Twinkle shine 
Leaving her eyes
Soil rather alkaline 
Pupils 
Pinpricked 
It must feel fantastic 
jealous I’m of porcelain you’re a shitty hunk of plastic
Sad cocks
In silver locks
They wants to treat you like the dog
Nervous?
Tie the knot
Floating alongside the swans
face filled with dismay 
No rose in the bouquet 
Her summer felt cliche 
As Autumn cries for her decay
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SAWER
broken table
keep me unstable
youre a fable
youre a fable

youre a fable 
coiled like a cable
spin me like a dreidel
spin me like a dreidel
cover me in maple
like its fatal
like its fatal

yeah she undresses her shirt
thats his favorite part but she thinks its the worst
hes getting real cheeky with his hands up her skirt
she hates it but she knows that its part of the work
now the little pigs trying to give a her a smirk
tryna tell her about his day at church
then her mind goes back in reverse
then it goes back in reverse
it goes back in reverse

PLAYING WITH SCISSORS + sawer

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I think I left my head on my desk 
If you find yourself there would you check 
Her skin damp and rough like a sea shell
But I heard it’s good luck to caress 
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hard workers a gelatinous sludge
Their ensemble a velvety red
If death is the state of looking pretty while sleeping 
Are all of the dolls simply dead?
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Hey did you hear
She came to class rotting 
And despite such great lengths 
There’s was no sign of stopping 
And when big hand struck three 
Came forth mice, sparkling with glee
They were marching in uniform 
For they thought she was cheese 
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head feverent, damp and sore
The troops in all white at the front lines of the war 
One by one tumbling down 
onomatopoeia as her skull kisses the ground
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Her head feverent, damp and sore
The troops in all white at the front lines of the war
But as the battle was finally nearing its end 
Came the tragic news that she opened up the drawer 
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Face unsure how’s she’s awake in her dream
As the foxes come cheering 
Bashing their tambourine
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The dream extended his hand 
Promised thousands of sheep
All her strings fixed to the branches 
Like a swing on a tree

IF I CAN'T HEAR IT, WHY CAN YOU

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Can you hang me on the wall, like a little butterfly
Do you feel them in your stomach whenever it’s you and I
I think, it seems, like this whole thing is a dream
There’s stuffing leaking from all the gaps inbetween my seams
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Im forgetting how to glow, like a jar filled with fireflies
up and down the neck as your tongue is suit and tied
She looks mortified, as it just stands there and waves
Showered with the petals from the rose inside my veins
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Can I be your darling
Your pretty little thing
Is there something about my smile
you find so disheartening
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Your eyes are so disarming
Can you please remove my skin
Caress and field dress me
Leave my body in the bin 
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It’s just like wonderland 
Are we stuck here like Alice?
Unfamiliar hands
Neck gripped just like a chalice 
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It looks spectacular 
Draped in red and gold
Blanket caterpillar 
Her skin decaying and cold
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a dying star
With nothing to show 
Stuck in the night 
Slowly loosing its glow
Collapsed in the car
The Widows tinted with snow
Do you think that stars get cold

INBETWEEN THE SEAMS

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Black skinny jeans So tight 
it’s like a tourniquet 
There’s something wrong with your cheeks 
Have you been eating less
Oh You’re so Pretty in pink 
Pretty while maudlin 
Such a cute little face
Have you tried modeling 
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Sinks Its teeth in ur chest 
it likes To feast on brunettes 
Can you tell me lovingly 
I’m not already dead
Can you write to the mourge 
To fix their decor 
So the ambiance suits
Their new decaying whore
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Clip my wings 
Make sure I’ve bled 
I don’t want to leak
All over your bed 
And when I’m cut and dry
Sew my flesh into the finest leather piece 
Scrape out all the muck
Inside my head 
I tried to wash it daily
like you said 
And once I’m cute and stuffed i hope I can 
Have a nice spot in a menargie
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If you tapped into the bone
Would it be sweet like it’s maple
A ringing from the phone
I relate a lot to Abel
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Sweet like a candy cane 
You can’t remember my name 
Do you hear when it says 
Pick up the rock just like Cain

MAUDLIN

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Did you hear it smells like rot in the backstage 
Imagine if someone hid, died in the crawlspace 
My head really hurts 
I think I’m about to fall
She cut her hand open, got a fright, there was nothing but straw 
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I got Prada, new furs, what about your birthday?
Bummer maybe wait for your next anniversary?
Not everyone’s a swan
Nested in Babylon
lipstick on a pig, as your body’s starting to rot
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I hope that 
You make it 
Home in time 
For Christmas 
I hope that
You got past
the worst part
of your sickness 
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Your face look sore 
I hope you can still smile
Smeared red stains 
On the Bathroom Tiles 
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Do you hear 
The bells
Of the Reindeers Reins 
Hung up like a marionette 
Strung up with the veins
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An inch from the fire
Yet there’s no sign of thaw 
I forgot my scarf 
My neck snapped, head tumbled off
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If it’s making you bored 
You can just turn the page 
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There’s something under the floors
Tip toe just in case 
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Did something happen last summer
Your demeanor took a shift
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I see it’s hung on the wall 
was it a birthday gift ?

STUCK IN THE REIN

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Your smile looks so haunted 
Can you wear your showing face 
I think he has a spare, it should be somewhere in the case 
Your eyes they look so different
Are they a different shade 
Because I think they go together 
The green against the beige 
The deer in in the headlights
Did you hear about last night 
A strange face at the door 
Fevrent dreams thought the nighttime 
Polka dots skin tight 
Be careful his dog bites 
Gonna poison the thing that lives in the mirror tonight 
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as the doll laid on the floor, unable to move
Came A soft calm voice, out of the blue 
With a soft drawn breath 
As it softly caressed, said 
There will come soft rains when I’m with you
And as the sky began to weep came an cerulean hue 
Such A pretty blue sky, but a saddening view
Falling into the daze
It re-stated its phrase 
There will come soft rains when I with you
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My arms fell off you shouldn’t follow suit and amputate 
I have something to do tomorrow anyway it getting late 
You can’t leave now love you didn’t even get to see the cake 
Please don’t raise your voice like that, I don’t want my bones to break
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It’s blasphemy 
Feels like atrophy 
As far as my eyes can see 
looks fine to me 
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a couple of these 
Is all you need 
Whats wrong with your knees
We should wait and see

POLKA DOT ZOO

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A wedding day for the scissor and the socket 
If you find my eyes can you put them in your pocket
I hope there’s space in your room to put my head 
I cannot see I think that they both fell out the socket 
A wrinkled smile fading because it’s forgotten 
A tear sheds for the goodbye of whats within
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Did you see her face last night 
Yeah, she looked like a disaster 
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can we get a different meal
Because this pudding tastes like plaster 
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I want to know what went on
Somebody go and ask her 
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What’s the denomination 
Free of charge we bring a pastor
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Will they be dancing 
Where we are going 
I see several deer
Can you slow down the rowing 
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Will the foxes be prancing 
All over the place
Or stalk in the bushes 
With ephemeral grace
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Oak or doug 
Over there we have chessnut 
Worms and mums 
Haven’t shown to have a preference 
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The Persian rug
The audience roars
the pattern juxtaposed
Against the body on the floor 
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I think I’m misremembering I thought you had green eyes
Take your shoes off at the door if you wouldn’t mind
But what if i leaped and suddenly flied 
If you listen closely you can hear the the circus 
But as the sound draws nearer you start feeling nervous 
can you see how the clowns feel from their eyes 
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Incandescent lights
Shows the crowd the rotting suture
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The meat hook hangs the arms
A vibrant bis applauds the butcher 
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The man with the boat
Looks not trusting through the fog
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At least my sides n quarters might nourish some friendly dogs

FEATHER PILLOWS

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I see that bitter look
across your face 
There’s nothing wrong with
Coming in second place
Besides, there’s little to say from the ones who won 
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The prettiness stolen 
Without leaving a trace 
I doubt their eating berries and strawberry cakes
It’s hard to see perspective when your eyes are gone
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Onlookers staring
Compliments on the hair
I think there’s an offer 
From the man over there 
The feeling of nausea from a call going more than once 
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Eyes piercing and stabbing 
A most cherished mare 
A must needed picture 
So Move over there 
A misstep from the platform 
Now a bone disrepair 
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In tandem the tendons 
Nailed to the floor 
A murders onlooking 
Their eager for more 
The pieces bright crimson 
Like shells on the shore 
The soul reincarnate
In flowers and spores 
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The sweet smile rotting 
Sweet tears of a whore 
The crows cheer in triumph 
For their final course
The butcher start crying 
While eating his horse 
The sounds of its gallop 
He’s forced to ignore 
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The easiest way to wake from a dream
Is to pick a good spot and then jump
You can take in the view
For a minute or two
But then you should probably run

TO WAKE FROM A DREAM

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Gaunt skin and gossamer wings 
Be careful in the rain or you might forfeit your chance to fly again 
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He met a girl
She said I recognize
In her dream, she’d seen that pair of weary eyes 
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Beware what frolicking brings 
If you leave your wings outside the wind might sweep both of them into the drain 
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She met a man
Told that forty candles gets a prize
before the 27th, rope replaced the tie
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Adorn my hands in porcelain plasters 
Don’t you it think it has something to ask her
A sore throat and a cough from the cold 
The snowy night peppered with cheering and laughter
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Stuck in a room with nothing but antlers 
The phone rings but nobody answers
Mend the cracks with silver and gold, so if I stumble and fall it looks pretty when I shatter 
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A seamstress came asking to amend 
To make revisions with their needle and thread
Soft blonde hair for the fractured head 
And chartreuse eyes for its broken legs
But make sure if you ever do the mouth 
To stitch it shut from north to south 
To ensure that those cruel words will never leak 
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Have you heard about the man 
Who lives inside the wall
Fingers just like spiders legs
I heard he’s very tall 
Have you heard about the women 
Who lives under the stairs 
Eyes as black as night 
And cum caked between her hair 
Have you heard about the thing
That sleeps inside the fridge 
It’s so dark and cold in there it must be shivering 
Have you heard about the angel
Who comes into your room 
I heard he grants four wishes
I’m sure you’ll hear more soon

AS I STAND ON BROKEN LEGS

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A trip 
And fall
Onto knees already scraped 
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A process then repeated 
Till there’s nothing 
Left to break 
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Your smile 
Uncanny 
Like there’s something we can’t say
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I suggest you find
A new look 
They can tell when chinas fake
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We’re In a garden of violets 
Yet you still look morose 
When you stare it gets violent
So best we keep our eyes closed
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With A sweaty so wooly
Could I pass for a lamb 
And if I lay meek and still 
Will the wolves care what I am

So Stop paying attention and just don’t mind me 
I’ll be hear for a while
Beneath my favorite tree
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I think it’s starting to snow
It’s a shame you’ll have to go
Because If you stay any longer you’ll get 
Rosy cheeks 
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I heard they give you a crown
That shines so bright in the night 
And adorn the rotting corpse 
With pretty christmas lights 
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And then you’ll rest on a throne 
Once your so wrinkly and old
And say goodbye to the foxes
Under a sky so gold
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Can you speak
Did they tell you
Do I need to spell it out to you 
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Been a week
To me it’s 
like a pastel 
sort of blue
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On the sleeves
Some sort of mildew
Is it a moose
Or a caribou (idk)
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like my outfit 
Say you swear?
I can’t sleep 
when you stare 

I CAN'T SLEEP WHEN YOU STARE

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Cold air it hurts to inhale it
Stiff frame from a lingering aching 

A deer staring from the top floor 
It looks disturbed 
One sullen look it’s heartbreaking 

the possum’s lost interest in playing 
You look different I haven’t seen you in ages 
Violet skin and year old burns 
Why do you think the angels gazing up on the triptych

A smile subject 
To a rise and a fall
All the pieces laid scattered 
For gifts for them all

A pretty face ruined 
a rise and a fall
The crowd claps and cheers
They weren’t lacking the gall

Do I look pretty 
For my rise and my fall
You should picture the moment
Of the incoming maul

And then salvage what’s left
As one more request
And stuff it with wool
To hang up on the wall

KANEDA7

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