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Of man and beast
im a surgeon, im a ruin
im alone, yet thats were i want to be
senses hightened, while shes dulling
what brought us here, and why does it make me feel?
i sit at night, listening to myself think
and wonder, is that really me talking?
then i look down, and see her squirming
silly me i almost forgot we were here
Slow at first, then slower still
i cant help but smell her
shes like a beautiful flower
and im the frost that cant be stopped
im a surgeon, im a ruin
im a man and im a beast
shes a flower, and shes so pretty
but now shes gone and im still here
im alone, yet thats were i want to be
senses hightened, while shes dulling
what brought us here, and why does it make me feel?
i sit at night, listening to myself think
and wonder, is that really me talking?
then i look down, and see her squirming
silly me i almost forgot we were here
Slow at first, then slower still
i cant help but smell her
shes like a beautiful flower
and im the frost that cant be stopped
im a surgeon, im a ruin
im a man and im a beast
shes a flower, and shes so pretty
but now shes gone and im still here
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