Don't you love your anxious anger when it angers you so well?
It's hard to tell which frequencies won't find you scrambled...
Electricity will now be passed through your entire body until you are dead.
The ghosts in the yard are playing games with our minds again.
Our eyes, they see what they were told to see.
Just lie here next to me, and I will keep you warm in this cold cemetary.
...(it's hard to find cold in one that you love)
I'm earthbound.
But you won't ever hear this.

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