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THAT BLEEDING PLAYTHING
Are you having fun?
With that bleeding plaything?
That human heart.
That fits so perfect in this hole in my chest.
I need not ask you be gentle.
You don't listen anyway.
In the system's now.
Dare I speak out of turn.
All these tangled strings.
Suck the venom out if you feel too sober.
Can you differentiate the pendulums chaotic verse?
It's written only for us.
Can you leave all of the ugly eyes,
outside of the car tonight?
When you climb on into the warmth of winter.
Ask forgiveness from the God on the rearview mirror.
With that bleeding plaything?
That human heart.
That fits so perfect in this hole in my chest.
I need not ask you be gentle.
You don't listen anyway.
In the system's now.
Dare I speak out of turn.
All these tangled strings.
Suck the venom out if you feel too sober.
Can you differentiate the pendulums chaotic verse?
It's written only for us.
Can you leave all of the ugly eyes,
outside of the car tonight?
When you climb on into the warmth of winter.
Ask forgiveness from the God on the rearview mirror.
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