Blood
in my mouth
Eccentric
drink
Gore
but bitter
Fulfilling
plasma
Throat
Cut
Me
Gorgés de mensonges
Les écorchés vivent
Remember
When you were old
You felt
They’re so fortunate
To be happy
With so little
With so little
Vers libres
Désirs chimériques
Bla bla
I’ll poison
you
With a
thousand apples
And I’ll
keep
The doctor
away
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