Putrefied

I can't seem to find the other way

It's just too damn slippery of a walk

Broken wrists and half-launched missions

It seems to be a wonder why I wilt

Dreams under Jesus, next to Washington's dream

Pump me full of patriot bias

These will be the best years of your life

And to say I want to see 65

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Nothing like another night of playing games

Back around the same fucking board

Never collecting anything, always skidding

Never asleep, but then I'm never awake

I could look into an awakening, but I like my release more

It'll taste better now, bitter honey

Now I just wait for the wasp to sting my tongue

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I see you laughing

Grinning your perverted smile of lust and righteousness

You spit on my method, only to turn dirt to more mud

And then you'll stick yourself someday

So then I hope we rot together

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