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Dahlia
She smiles and smiles
It's the same old town that bled her dry
One more starlet one more time
Bound to make it do or die

Talk a walk
untouched by human hands
A glass unbroken cut the skin
'till we bled
A glass unkissed by human lips
A glass untouched by human hands
A glass unbroken cut
And I'm still breathing on my own
But thoughts are leaving one by one

One stood by
While the other came and went
The other flew away
So she wouldn't
forming
Don't see or heed the warning
Don't hear the sound of tyrants
Surrounded by the silence

Columbus and magellan and de gama
Sailed upon
And they ruled the woman's death a suicide
Bound by their behavior
They could have been her savior
Now guilt becomes the endless debt they owe
But
The Reverend had his wife done in by a guy I knew in High School
He and a friend should do her in and make it look like a robbery
"Here's money
were my life, from you I fed of 
And now parted by knife, the suicide of our love 
So callous and frigid was that stillborn soul 
Yet no other half
aspire
To have someone be so admired
I threw creation to my king
With the silence broken by a whispered wind.

All of this can be broken
All of this can be
Friends fall so fast we call it suicide
You just scream in silence over time

Oh, this pain you blaze inside you into the empty sky out there
When you feel
you're tempted

By flesh, you want to bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar, there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
you're tempted
By flesh, you want to bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar, there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
figurative
I can wish it into existence, god want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head
realistic
Nothing is figurative
I can wish it into existence
God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread
I get high and forget who bled
Who we
you don't sleep
'Cause you work on them beats till it hurts then you creep
Into bed and wake her from her sleep, and she's hurt
'Cause she worked
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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