And if one day I get pregnant;
a miraculous conception,
would you wish well for my baby if it wasn't you I came with?
What i've been through, I deserve it,
though I surely didn't earn it.
Years of treachery and perversion,
this idyllic conclusion.
But for now I will fake it,
getting by because I'm living.
Death's the clock in which I'm ticking.
Fuck it all, tomorrow's pending.
And I waiting on a list filled to the brim with old and rich.
Got broken limbs for them to fix.
But those sly foxes just won't have it
til they've eaten all the rabbits.
And it's hopeless and pretty fucking tragic, yeah
it's hopeless and hopeless and tragic.

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