please but your blood soaked lips on these blown out airways. retract like demons destroy like concrete. drop your knees under these blue lights. stare in these dark eyes as i speak in snake split tongue.
okay i'm going to start a new game, it's called "the name david's lyrics game" i write lyrics, you comment with names. it's a pity that i can NEVER think of a good name. so, be helpful
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cross out this motion picture with the eyes of blur and tears. guilt slid through the dark in nocturnal rage, no matter of consequence. this harvest first will never leave the screen, audience in tow. nail me to the glass for the rest of time. until i'm immune i shall bet my soul to these imperfections.
sitting here, drinking gatorade, mouth numb as a mother fucker....it's beginning to get to me. gold doesn't care though gold just cares about number one...that's fucked up