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floating in this wide open vista Please know I'm wishing you well Beyond these waves and squalid swells Love doesn't end though it's changing once again This
the forehead Does the whole universe seem putrid stinking squalid Shoot yourself shoot yourself in the forehead As a kid I had a mate named Nathan Briggs We
keep punching We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid But where we at now, solid I concur time it slurs and it blurs The vision like
keep punching We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid But where we at now, solid I concur time it slurs and it blurs The vision like
The teaming ghettos, the dormitory cells Tin towns and squalid squatter camps Where hope smothers in a tyre These furnaces of human indifference Must incinerate
sir, take my hand Show me how to understand Strip me down and stare Lure me to your squalid lair Please sir, share with me Your smarmy barbs of jealousy
the wind My dexterity just soars Away with humanity That Squalid Ichor How many fragments of my soul are out there? Found a piece with her, cursed, with
you’ll see, oh yes, you’ll see Deep down you know she’s right The perfect measure for How I think of her Is two squalid years Full of deception
As steps forth such a man To loose and bind in God The slacker and sojourner R. to beautify The shining and the squalid and their heavy burdens To remit
and day Know there is art in death The sludge of purefaction The scent of squalid death The bloated vessels of memories fading Know there is art in death
Thicket of thorn, squalid room, Contaminate, blood ruin, Prisoner, Tai pan snake venom Stricken, stained, turning grey Puncture wound, festering,
Who sweeps the squalid rain To scan through pinks and pray I laughed without escape above a frightened rays A touch of wanderlust, a tome of all
Let us be the ones to put the thorn in thy eye Let us be the ones Squalid the weak stumbles Through all of life's obscurities Lost in
she Finds Hartright's lodgings She opens the door on a squalid Bedsit there is no sign of life A makeshift bed empty bottles and Detritus but no
I'm hypnotized and helpless Beneath the pale full moon My body is your sacrifice Your spirit's coming soon I stare up at a squalid night It's
good 'cause I'm off my feet, Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street And they saying: My name is Sharina, my name is Busta My name is
Monkey see, monkey die Laminate your face and paste it up into the sky 'cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's Completely rancid and beautiful
It's a squalid little town with a tenuous beauty The cool wet mornings are so appealing People waking up suddenly in the night Very disappointed
revelry, smashing people to pieces This kind of hate cannot be contained Those who have fallen onto the ground will never rise again Squalid and broken
thought of splitered vertebrae Violent insurgency Squalid dependancy, ivory interspersion, solace Riving the arteries, splenetic complacency, somber
good 'cause I'm off my feet, Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street And they saying: My name is Sharina, my name is Busta My name is
madness shine bright? Are you loathsome tonight? In the oceans of the moon Swimming squidlike and squalid This bright moon is a liquid The dark earth is
your smell If I had a shotgun, I'd blow myself to hell Squalid and deranged I'm the outlaw of the kin Will never be the same again, stuck in deadly sin I
Just another Tuesday afternoon Just another sudden squalid squall Just another day to stay in bed Just another dismal rendezvous Only I can see
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