shoot it in the left eye feel it on the right side no it s not love though it sets up shop behind your ribcage building blood clots and black holes like using an axe to pull a sliver from your skin and they say this is medicine an overdose of oxygen a severed head as sedative to be at peace would be a sin and surely un-american I m breaking here s your new blood transfusion took us all night tell us that you re all right no it s not love though feels like fire inside of your veins burning right beneath the wrist begging for a razor s kiss to free it from your skin and they say this is medicine an overdose of oxygen a severed head as sedative to be at peace would be a sin and surely unamerican I m breaking down lift the veilit s not medicine and my heart failstime and time again

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