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Skull-wide, entrance Thoughts spill no retention Can't even form the sentence Little interest in my sentience Its all black and white, you're all out of luck I write on the walls, That my time is up That my time is up That my time is up That my time is up That my time is- Wasted, no more Dry mouth, several locks on the door My life, on the floor Weightless, I don't want this anymore (Did you know you are talking to an artist?) (I sometimes do "special things" to my victims) (Things that are creative) (of course it takes knowledge, pride in your work, for example) Tasteless, no more Dry mouth, several locks on the door My life, on the floor Weightless, I don't want this anymore I will end up on the news before I end up in your basement Bitch We fuck then you put me on your playlist I lied to your face I think I liked it it was painless I got what you wanted cause I do not have your patience No more! I will not take that shit No more! All you gotta do is take that shit (A decapitated head can continue to see for approximately 20 seconds) (So when I've got one that's gawking) (I always hold it up so that it can see its body) (It's a little extra I throw in for no extra cost) (I must admit it makes me chuckle every time)
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