| Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
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| Her honey belly pulls the seams
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| Curves are still upon the hinge
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| Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
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| Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
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| The sponge is full, well out of sight
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| All around the conversations
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| Icing on the warm flesh cake
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| Light creeps through her secret tunnels
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| Sucked into the open spaces
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| Burning out in sudden flashes
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| Draining blood from the well-fed faces
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| All of my, my, you’re my inner
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| You’re my, my, you’re my ever
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| Desires form in subtle whispers
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| Flex the muscles in denial
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| Up and down its pristine cage
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| So the music, so the trial
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| Vows of sacrifice (Vows of sacrifice), headless chickens (Headless chickens)
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| Dance in circles (Dance in circles), they are blessed
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| Man and wife, undressed by all
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| Their grafted trunks in heat possessed
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| Even as the soft skins tingle
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| They mingle with the homeless mother
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| Who loves the day but lives another
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| That once was hers
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| The worried father, long lost lover
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| Brushes ashes with his broom
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| Rehearses jokes to fly and hover
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| Bursting over the bride and groom
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| And the talk goes on Memories crash on tireless waves
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| The lifeguards whom the winter saves
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| Memories crash on tireless waves
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| The lifeguards whom the winter saves
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| Silence falls, the guillotine
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| All the doors are shut
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| Nervous hands grip tight the knife
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| In the darkness, 'till the cake is cut
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| And passed around (Passed around), in little pieces (In little pieces)
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| (The body, the body) The body and the flesh
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| The family (The family) and the fishing-net (And the fishing-net)
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| Another (Another), another in the mesh
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| The body and the flesh and the flesh |