You're bent over the grand piano.
Feel my eyes slide over you.
Legs that curve the same as hers,
could run as quickly too.
My lazy tongue lies low and ready.
It cannot seem to speak its words.
I'd axe it off to shut me up,
but you've already heard the murders have occured.
The path into this heart is littered with corpses,
and strewn with body
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