the last time you saw me
I was drowning in your flem and I thought "cool"
every word just dropped me like a bag of sand I'll sit
all alone and figure your next move
instead of moving on, we move more closer to this
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words can cut
like jagged blades of grass
the more I disconnect from you
the closer I become
seeing the real you might take a little time
were walking to the fore-front were dancing all alone
and on this Sunday morn were walking to the church and I say "HEY!"
they're dressed in black
except for me im here to
be the thorn inside the side of you
to nail you to that cross for the world to see
and I say
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happy are we
like children on Christmas
seeing you behind those thin white sheets
I think I'll paint your face
perfume to hide the smell
parade your dead body down the block
and dance on your grave