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Thought Industry - Gelatin songtekst

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Drip strawberry juice. Open shutters. Death birds.

Elated. Elected. Universe. Sedative vein. Whole grain

layered. Brightest sunshine. Brightest day. Spills the

kitten's milk. Cuts my hands. I place the knife to the

ham of her face. Her face.



Say you have to die and I'll keep cutting. Say you

have to die and I'll keep cutting you. It's a magic world.

Swim erratic in the water. Thick as gelatin. No skin.

No skin.



Mick my friend. Some day our understanding will

be described as lovers swapping lies. As how man and

dog relate. I'm under the table. Drop the plate.



Butterfly. Maggot.
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