And the lead is yards deep in my face
Lick your tongue
Flat on the glass lathe
Smell the smell, the big P of this
Roll your head, chop my blood in yours
Leech the pain they drove in us
Count on this: Call off the land, true
To be used, and then you call me yours.
#2 Pencil inside me And the lead is yards deep in my face Lick your tongue Flat on the glass lathe Smell the smell, the big P of this Roll your head, chop my blood in yours Leech the pain they drove in us Count on this: Call off the land, true To be used, and then you call me yours. Explain Request ×
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