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Dirty little maggots
Your voice slices through my head
Leaving a path of destruction
Your dirty little maggots feast on the shrubble
And you mutate my function
Your meddling hands punch through my eyes
And You make little windows from your broken mirror
You water the seeds with my own tears
Plant them in the path and find pleasure in my fears .
Leaving a path of destruction
Your dirty little maggots feast on the shrubble
And you mutate my function
Your meddling hands punch through my eyes
And You make little windows from your broken mirror
You water the seeds with my own tears
Plant them in the path and find pleasure in my fears .
Published 8th May 2014
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