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  • Children shouldn't play with dead things
    Desperate for love, to your legs she clings
    Insufferable, choking on mucus and tears
    She gets like this after a couple beers
    Make the severed skin
    The skin you're in
    Burn with gin
    Boy, you're in

    Forced to forget the dripping tourniquet
    Soaked in wine and drowned in sweat

    Smoke enters the organism
    Encroaching on orgasm
    Dipped in wax to seal the skin
    The skin you're in
    Burn with gin
    Slip it in

    Think twice, blind mice, think twice
    Such a horrible, crude device
    To perform a human sacrifice
    Don't let her down
    Don't let her down

    She's given me love and so much more
    Sprawled out on acid on the bathroom floor
    Her eyes gleam and glaze with fire and smoke
    Smiles flow out of a cough and a choke
    She makes the severed skin
    The skin she's in
    Blow away in the wind
    Baby, we're in
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