and boy this is catch up script
i am scared to pain of your eyes in this
culture of provacative hips and thighs
of imaginary
thrusts
if we were older they'd have bled me
to get out the disease
to get out the images
because i've been ravaged
they tore my clothes
climbed up the stem of my brain
and injected the stench of sin's
bleeding grasp
i want to believe we should run from this
and then all at once i stand
and cover my ears
and whisper

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