there is a time when some of us are healed there is a time you`re clean and undersealed there is a time it almost looks like fun there is a time for the bullet of a gun
no one here drinks water none of us are sane if you pretend you`re my daughter we do it again and again no one here is praying `cause no one here is god and every word we are saying might as well be put in blood
there is a time when worms revel in me there is a time for a pigfaced reality there is a time and it`s usually the afternoon there is a time and I hope it will be damn soon
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