Broken belts, wax melts dripping slowly down my throat
Pins and needles, bed of nails, shirt of hair, barbed-wire underwear


I went down to look for you
Now that I've found you i don't care
You must like to wander joinly stranded

I'm a mess without my not so little anymore
Making statues she sends them over the hill
Rolls my images out the door

Broken belts, wax melts dripping slowly down my throat
Pins and needles, bed of nails, shirt of hair, barbed-wire underwear

Jointly stranded
Measure ounces of your spit
Tell me truthfully what it takes to deal with it

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