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Villagers and priests storm the pyre to receive
The still tender guts and cheeks of human sacrifice
Seasoned to taste
Innocent and sweet
By God it is their

easy to get by

You don't lie
living life on merry-go-rides
There's nothing there to hide

So free
but oh so very soon
gladly, you'll march to different

with a seltzer in her hand
Lie down tender ones, you're all bound to see it through

Tucked back in and settled
Hardly ten grand to the level
Front end

shine the clearest 
His cheeks like the red blood that's new dropped on snow 
He is neat, fair and slender, and his hands soft and tender 
He'll be my

My sweeping lie
Is drawn and getting tight
Tender teeth will gnash
On the wings of a crashing flight

Black out silence saves
As I sink in the summer

to the hospital, parents got me doing these overnights
Honeymoon suite prices for a cot
The fuckin' chicken tenders sucked and so did the fries
No more Hallmark

let myself get tempted
It's a lie, by talking'bout it
Im having a fuckin boner damn
These titties needed a lift
So I had to ride her right in my bed

through whatever I can't leave her
Bad bitch with a good attitude ain't nun like a diva
Tender to her heart be careful with how you treat her
Her love is

Sunbeams make their way across the carpet
On their way to the bed where we both lie
Finally the light shines upon me
And I rub the sleep out of my

Ugh It's Poet Chane Illmania yeah woah

Yo I pick up a fucker in advance thats twice
Hi I'm poet Chane by the way Half man Half vice
A chainsaw is

Him 
O come, let us adore Him 
O come, let us adore Him 
Christ, the Lord

O little town of Bethlehem,
how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep

I've been hangin' on for some better times
But I'm told to get a grip 'guess I'm losing mine
I used to take a stand
Boy I ain't never lie
But I gotta

Stab me, burn me, lie about me
Sharpen your knife with a tender hand
I can't stand, 
the complacent smile on your face
As two past tense, crossing

to another reality
And by the glow of the moon I saw a little drool
Trickle down her cheek and my knees grew weak

Oh, Scarlett, we need to talk, this is no

Night Sky With Exit Wounds
I know a spot we can spray paint if we want to
Tender hearts, by canals, and your cold hands
Fingers met, parted, I miss your

Heart break kid
But I might end up like Owen
Took an exit at the forked road
Ain't no telling where I'm going
Boy meets world baby love me tender

all surrounded by vultures
Dog eat dog
Yea that's culture
There's so much power in a lie or a high
And in between my thighs
There's so much power you

Little fingers tick my mind dancing over all the tender vines
I believe in this bond
If you are sad then me too
Can't contemplate the outside
If you

Eroded my trust in the public sector
Taxes feeding corrupt tenders in excess onto offloading these trucks 
Talk about the consequences, some
Itchy palms

happens imma go MJ Bad on these niggas
Fuckin' wit me imma cook you like ah tender
Make ya switch genders give ya back to yo sender
If you don't like me

your wishes
But it's bad for my life
I did right thing by saying my goodbye
Don't wanna turn, to enemies
Don't wanna hurt cause I've seen that stuff

Thinking of the early times
Where we used to stay
Where we used to lie
Our journey took a million paths
I knew you in a hundred ways
Seen you in

Fort Griffin

on the flats by the Clear Fork this bare saloon
pardon me
the backbar black cherry with scrolls of gilt the mirror the nude and the dog

Here i am all alone
In the dark only sound is my heart
Bleeding for you babe bleeding for you
This is the last time i am exposing
My tender underside