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“Kill The Pills…”
Hope is the aphrodisiac of the fool
Her lecherous hate preys upon her hurt
The possibilities so perfect before she speaks those words
Before she slits her throat
Scribbling sorrys with the hate that drains out
This push-pull turned to shove
Kill the pills with pain, she tears through the white
And she trembles at my touch and she dies in those arms
She dies in those arms [In those arms, lying next to her]
Sleeve, heart, stapled shut, she always gets it wrong
Hate, hurt, want, need, shame cut with white, mixed with bourbon, lost in perdition
Bitter not Better, she is, bitter not better
Hate, hurt, want, need, shame cut with white, mixed with bourbon, lost in perdition
She takes these pills to pass the time, robbing her of her hope but still she hates
These hands stunt her ascension, pull her down to a place she thought she could leave
But never will, she thought she could leave but never will [tearing through perdition]
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