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When the sun drips out like saliva from it's mouth
In the dark black hole the animal has dug its self
Will it use the things it has to make it's food?
It's too hot in this house since we all moved
There is no yard, there is no god, until you make one
In the chimney you believe to be your mind
There's a woman with a mouth but with no spine
She can bend and become broken even though she's broken your guitar
I take off my shirt and love what's hard
There is no yard, there is no god, until you make one
Come into my hospital and dance
There is nothing here to make me feel