i know i know i know it's over upon the platform inside the slaughter house just a slip away from murder oooooooooover in the night a mystery should unfold where i wish for waking up unaware but it's not unclear at all underlined in red on your jacket sleeve were the curse blank as a toothache but it's not unclear at all I know i know i know i know it's over your final descent ick ick ick ick ick mixing pills and gas with incest on the plane ooooover folded up the last year of your life every play you tried to write in school venice is the right place to kill yourself like a cricket blob in the cactus club pass away and chirping in my ear
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