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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

Bookend


I'm dying for a flame tonic.
Some schnapps for snobs but give
me a vodka bleeding on the floor.
Bookend me something worth not talking for.

Factor de factor.
Hell tour maybe
heaven show it's ugly face.
To a parasite like you.

A ugly spawn of some place
some one's device.

Like an experiment in
your blood. You are on fire
run!

Deliver us but your screams
are in napalm tours.

Drown in the kerosene but it
tastes like wine or the blood
on the floor.

The ugly room or is
it the world I'd wish
would get wrecked sometime
instead of getting brushed.
Kill the floors during tours.







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