Your silver skin that crawls in rhythm, sweats like spring, returns me to the deathwish
And all my epiphanies that branded me and broke my knees, confirms me into the deathwish
Misfits for free;
A gravity pure expression tears and pulls them into the deathwish
And all our accessories that concentrate the pain and tease --
Embrace them with the deathwish
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