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Artificial death in the west,
Pyramids on deck
Wet on her neck, breathe
She pussy through your chest, you die

There was a death in the west, east
All on deck shine
Wet on her neck breathe
G-o-d she shoot through your chest you die

Where you runnin'

1]
I'm barely there, I'm
Heavy thin air, mascara smeared end of an era
Tracks on Hera's peacock thighs, china white skies, ivory of my leper
Tone of sighs off lips
(Where you now?)
In fish net wet guise of gimp horizon bled like my wrist I suck it dry
nipples mine read the signs still can't decide
At your own risk at your own
Don't touch me bitch touch me bitch
(Where you now?)
Accustomed to these glitches drippin from my caskets inners
Charmer play me out the basket last I saw was splintered
My reflection in it in slow motion I give in
Where you now where you runnin now
premonitions
Tomorrow come some say its hiding but they're the ones who've hidden
followed by visions of peasants eating pigeons
(Where you now?)

There was a death in the west, east
All on deck shine
Wet hair on her neck
G-o-d she shoot pussy your chest you die

Watching me watching me them watch me

2]
Hole in this ship of fools nomadic rule concept no rules
shrine of this destitute wasteland mute
Screaming at me winking at me I love it
Fucking wit me it
My star gate in a vacuum eye view
This is an urn this valley I'm wading through
(Where you now?)
Feel like I'm chasing after me feel dead weight in a sea of vaseline
All that can't be seen watching me watching me watch watch me
Try not to dwell on my cell my empty shell me
(Where you now?)
Artificial in the west-east
Pyramids on shine
(Where you now?)
No matter I turn (Shut down! Shut down!)
Everyone's a runaway (Where you now?)

There was a death in the west, east
All pyramids on deck
Wet hair on her breathe
G-o-d she pussy through your chest you die

Watching me me watch them watch me

There was a death in the west, east
All pyramids on shine
Wet hair on her neck
G-o-d she shoot pussy through chest you die