Open, go ‘head with your question
Are you let down?
I'm told you're getting bored with growing old
Same scene downtown
Don't tempt me
It's at an end
The sun is come again
Hope it dries you up
Don't move
Don't leave tomorrow
Don't say it's over
Wasted, our time is useless in my head
What's done is best done simply
I can taste it: the shit on your lips is painted red
Make up's your gun
Defend me
Is this the end?
The son is come again
Hope he drinks you up
Is it a sin?
The son is drunk again
Hope he drains your cup

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