Pink Roses

Pink Roses
You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken.
You're asking when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty.
Blacker than my father's soul. Drunk enough to raise us all.
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Nomad, Drowning Rat. Black, black, so black you can't even grasp the fact.
Blacker than a begger's soul. Rich enough to raise us all.
Lead with your need as god decends
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Cold to the ground, what gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
I want to drink you. Scare you. Fuck you and Film you
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