I'll be sitting in a pear shaped land mine, twisted trees blowing in my mind,
As I exhale, my face turns pale, green spiders begin to weave their web a step closer.
Chose my inner lanterns for times unknown, thrown together are these words,
Like turds from ma batty, got diarrhea but I'll be the Godzilla crashing down.
Family familiar
Never forget ya
Family familiar
Never forget ya, never forget
Family familiar
Never forget ya
Family familiar
Never forget ya, never forget ya yayayaya
When I am so grey and so old, please bury me alone in a desert so cold,
I don't know how to run or to hide, I don't know how to swallow my pride.
When I am so grey and so old, please bury me alone in a desert so cold,
I don't know how to run or to hide, I don't know how to swallow my my my my
Truth ‘aint alive, its dead, its dead, its dead.
by Buriq

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