How High. Soldiers pull boys through rain ground to their toes ground to the dirt (oh) my. They spilled down the steps filed in rows like hair likes to pour like skin loves to warm but teeth don't pull like these chains don't drag around .... because it's safe at the bottom.... Wind down to the beds of the leaves bedding of sand where fire don't burn (but the tops of trees) Out, out of the head streams a maze of colors and shapes that dance from these walls but trust don't pay like these guns don't fuck around .... we know it's safe at the bottom.... I know what I know, and all I ever need is you Down, down in the sand lives alone in shackles and bone meat blood from grown gravel and stone but teeth don't pull like these chains don't drag around .... because it's safe at the bottom.... Calm but never finds rest these bones for what we don't know for all that we know It's all that we've known but trust don't pay like these guns don't fuck around .... we know it's safe at the bottom.... I know what I know, and all I ever need is you
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