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The days are spent
chatting amongst the workers
of how cold it is outside,
not to mention their greatest fears
like finding their children neglected and naked
in battle for with some crack fiends,
like a substitute for love.
And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing of things.
These hands are shaking.
The gloves are touching me.
Reapers regret
This memory has weakened.
Now I recall everything.
Whats with all the commotion?
I swear theres nothing to see here.
You didnt see it coming.
Already
This is the part where the ambulance comes.
Theres a dead man in the street;
we gotta take him to the morgue.
He cant be here;
hes been blocking traffic for hours.
We cant find him help his will
somethings disrupting the normal swing of things.
This institution will run efficiently.
Standard regrets
Send the misses our regards.
Sign it "deepest sympathies"
Sympathies: some patronage for the weak.
I sw*llowed some musk and now Im choking it up.
I refuse to say they won;
I win the poison all mixed up in my head,
On my head, On my head all those phonies were liars
I dont need this
Lets disappear.
Break it down (repeated x9)
I dont need this
sympathy.
I dont need this.