I could pin the moment down
On fly paper
Spread its wings so wide
How unlike the moment resolve left her
And I could mount it on a wall
Or save it in a cigar box
Or I could hide it
Paper once was skin
Stretched out and pounded thin
Dip your knife in ink you gotta cut it in
How else will they know it's a sin?
I built you a glass terrarium
And I let moss block out the sun
I catalogued your growing delirium
You know my flash kills better than any gun
And I could mount it on a wall
Or save it in a cigar box
Or I could hide it
Paper once was skin
Stretch me out, pound me thin
Dip your knife in ink you gotta cut it in
How else will I know it's a sin?
(I'm gonna do what it takes to win)
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