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Lately I'm sore
Can't keep the oxygen pumping it fails me
The circuits implode

And tendrils of smoke
Skeletonizing white bone
That burns at the pores

Oohh
And I dry dry dry
The ink off my hands

But they've got my head
And when the lights all go off they will eat me
They'll tear me to shreds

But Cailin you swore
That what gets shot from the sky sinks to ashes
re-breathes into stone

Oohh
And I dry dry dry
Oohh (rotten at the core you wore my skin and how it tore)
And I dry dry dry

Ink blots fall for rain
Ink blots fall for rain
And darkness is the day
When ink blots fall for rain
Ink blots fall for rain
Ink blots fall for rain
And darkness is the day

-Mica Tenenbaum