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coppery
(Coppery)
Yo diamonds lookin like pottery
(Pottery)
Back the fuck up with that mockery
(Hey)
That pussy sweet like a strawberry
(Strawberry)
Checks

just fine

I never meant to harm you I've had
Too much to drink
You left me here with such a coppery taste in my mouth
Again

And so here I sit beneath

the orange lake
Made of wood, color coppery red
Close your eyes, you're made of air
Even the red woods are crying for you
Quickly fall into the sky
Useless,

I drank the dregs of the champagne alone
Warm, flat, coppery coins down my throat
I'm saving up for a rainy day
And I plan to spend it in one

the sizzle as I die

Last night I drank again
She was only seventeen
She tasted like coppery wine
Made me feel young again
For a while, for a day

On and on -

beat
Keeps time instead
And all around
Is toxic dread
Biting my lips
Until they bled
The coppery taste
I'm being fed
Three little words
I cannot say

blue teary eyes whenever we fight
A coppery Kelly green when you feel all right
And powdery misty blue when I hold you tight

Periwinkle eyes - as deep

coppery
(Your blood, this kiss, so sweet)
You ask me if I am alright
I lie and say I'm doing fine
And as the sun sets on this day
I feel this is the only

my family are
Safe and okay
Okay, okay
But fate is fate
Blood is thicker than water is what they like to say
But they are both the same, bar a coppery

long for camaraderie
New mold like pottery
New play like lottery
I'm sheen I'm coppery
All these hoes my property
All these hoes my property
All these

blues

So silvery small
Coppery dull
It's slips in your pocket
To pay for what you done

Here we exist upon the cliff tops
Exhausted and empty
Sneering into the darkness below
Wet palms, coppery and thick
Lines of red to mark our progress

brings back my black and bruised blues
You can't rob the coppery tide of her cherry-ish hues
The shores of these sheets recant refuse
Forget about

eyes
Coppery skin
And fire that will burn
The nature of warriors
Of demons trapped in my body
That you no longer control
I am the hatred
The opium that

Bells, they chime
Bells, they chime in time
To a vicious low whine of a chainsaw's grind
In the summertime
There's a coppery taste
A gun in your

Incarnate Legend of Mummy Queen

Astarte

Quod Superius, Sicut Infernius

opens the curse of queen
Desecration of her grave
Coppery breath frizzes the dry corridor

Passing from delirium to the perfectly
Revenge of holly