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A hand in my mouth
A life spills into the flowers
We all look so perfect
As we
all fall down
In an electric glare
The old man cracks with age
She found his last picture
In the ashes of the
fire
An image of the queen
Echoes round the sweating bed
Sour yellow sounds inside my head
In books
And films
And
in life
And in heaven
The sound of slaughter
As your body turns
But it's too late
One more day like
today and I'll kill you
A desire for flesh
And real blood
I'll watch you drown in the shower
Push my life
through your open eyes
I must fight this sickness
Find a cure
I must fight this sickness...
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