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• Artiste: They Are Gutting a Body of Water
• Titre: The Chase
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With a sudden and keen awareness to the death hanging off the shoppers milling about the grocery store Zone breaker two six five, boosting Gillette's in a hopeful exchange for a sharp, but tranquil synthetic isolate A substance, that will make me sob pathetic to my girlfriend up high in miracle's castle The dark disease lined across my sweaty forehead a dead giveaway, my halo In three days it will sink down to my neck and choke me out, but she kisses mе tonight And I imagine the word for this flavor is singed Your monеy's no good here, the bad way And in-between deep nonsensical cries, about what's wrong with crackheads owning guns, if they're good people I finally feel the comforting, familiar feeling of potential sleep rising up through the bile in my throat Each sunrise threatens like a group of kids [?] I lay down scratching through my skin, biting viciously to let [my worry slip?] half-way into blissful mush And eventually [?] thinly of a green box of Pampers In the middle of the slushy, winter pot-hole streets Getting run over, and over, and over By salty patterned tires, I dream of teeth falling out I dream of swimming through dirt, and later wake up in a pool of sweat And she gazes at me lovingly The me she remembers, the promising mirage of water in this cruel desert Because true love is a long and enduring thing Like the addict in the street, using against their own will Refusing to die, yet determined to And to which one will I say "I love you"? To which one will I say "I need you or I'm gonna fucking die"? Because its true, it's true for both, after all