Inside my woes creep
Entangling this strange black hole I call my heart
Everything sounds so good to me now
Hives of honey, sweet beaded eyes
My strange fixation on your hands
Pulling at my hair
A sea of acid dripping down my oars
Out to sea, happy
But it's cold like a draft
Dressed up, tore down
Twisted bodies fall to the floor
Like slugs in this circle
We are one
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