Ill

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"Lovers embrace,
swarms of claws.

From crown to ground,
Fear drives us closer."

The next biggest serial killer if you weren't such a coward.
("A coward... a coward.")
The next biggest serial killer if you weren't such a coward.
("A coward... a coward.")

Felt something of a life that binds,
Skinny figures with heart shaped holes.

Declawing my burning hoofs,
Hox genes unsubscribed.

In rapturing in occult.
But I know, lies form glaciers,
Claim just how pointless we really are.
If I never know, the ills of your name.
The next biggest serial killer if you weren't such a coward.

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from BLACKOUT, released January 30, 2016

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