Kill me where I stand, won't you choke me in my sleep?
Why should I stay when you only want to eat at our flesh to the bone?
Quite a gruesome little moan.
Appetite galore for the money hungry whore.
I'll not be your main course, I say.
You can't have my will today or any other.
To make this clear, these knees stay off the floor.
The only finger you can have of mine is
Fuck your blue collars.
Short, straight to the point.
Inform the deforms.
Scars from making you rich.
Look at these trash-bag eyes.
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