What lies beneath the grass
Between the roots
That are drenched
Like meat that's been cut
That smells of fear
What lies beneath the grass
When the sun dies out
Data overload
The sworms of alien desires
Strangle your might
Desire that poisons
The want that stuns
You must buy with blood
Of which you'll be out
You must buy with blood
That drips away every while
Data overload
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