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It doesn't do much here
Just a flinching sand and thread
Through the grass is all of job distant
Hopper branches fade
How long the hopper branches fade
Before you stood in silence,
You came wrapping at my door
With your body as a sacrament
Your mind a killing floor
How long, your mind a killing fall
I've been trying to quill my anger
And not feel bitter about all the darkness you gave
But as long as there's that device that I can act to see through
This doesn't return, I tried to kill what you could bring
And now you're back in Oxvile masturbating your father's pain
Oh, oh, masturbating your father's pain
Stealing from his oration of filth
I repeat the wickedness to force reactions out of you
But little that's as deeply as I wanted to
Fickle mix from medicine and explore it till I'm done
You made my sky a graveyard and my moon a funeral
Oh, oh, the moon a funeral
Come along, come along
Come along, come along
Now it's just a system of subtraction
Oh yeah, I won't need to turn around to notice your reaction
Now it's just a system of subtraction
Oh yeah, I won't even feel the hate providing of your faction
Now it's just a system of subtraction
Whatever happened to your star now
No one cares who you are now, oh, oh, oh,
Oho, oho, oho
You are words below, by my people
That is back luck to even say your name
Oho, oho, oho
When I see you it feels so awkward
I try to be cool but it's such a drag
Oho, oho, oho
I've waited for you on the Farrel street
Smelling other people's piss
How could you think you see me backwards, babe
You ain't even seen the big fang, baby
Let's not argue for money
'Cause now it's only systems of subtraction
Oh yeah, I won't need to turn around to notice your reaction
Now it's just a system of subtraction
Whatever happened to your star now
No one cares who you are
Used to share my broken toe
Now you seem like alone now, oh, oh, oh, oh.