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yeah there's one thing I keep dreaming of
				      like a blind man stealing sight oh how I'd
				      like to kill and torture you for all the fucked up
				      shit you've done why beat yourself when you
				      can't beat anyone now that's a truth
				      absolutely load a gun rocket to the sun
				      wear the crown backwards so you can't see
wounded and betrayed this majestic
slaugherday that I awoke
all our time drains like piss our flesh recoils 
				      and scatters everywhere
				      we own up to the        volatile end
				      as the chamber doors are closed
and everything I see
reminds me to leave
my gun at home
and everything I've seen
reminds me to leave her well alone
and everything I've seen reminds me
to leave my gun at home
and everything I've seen reminds me
to leave her alone
©2014, Timothy James Swenson