Camouflaged Abstraction

Well I can sort of lie

just to snatch the cradle to grass

rough to sworn and see my heartbreaker

just imagine paper cuts across your stomach

I just need to enjoy you

my soul's a worm in the fruit

the venom gushing in the sunlight

we lay here today to choke on forgery

the mistakes already mentioned

I awake in need for toxic cleansing

My crime is not that I can't get caught

but that I had the choice in the first place

swallow 5 little white pills

and foam to the surface

I will swallow more

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