We relegated ourselves to death sentences in our mid to late twenties
In a world of artificial love-handles and drunken lumberjacks
Gas-masked angels stop jeweled bananas
of the wide-open cross
whipping fallopian tubes
into dread of
night nocturnal promises
Gas-masked angels stop jeweled bananas
of the wide-open cross
whipping fallopian tubes
into dread of
night nocturnal promises
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