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Vistas
Arson of crystals Drenched innards sing Barter with boredom Bleached at the seams Dulled edge for training 'till the sharp one's in need Doused with a primer Painted 'till sealed
Aside from this blizzard of fuel I feel fucking nothing Scabbed cuts don't bleed much, you know 'till ripped off and opened
Pissed up on downers Sunk down on paste Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Promising vistas Discovered through waste
Aside from this blizzard of fuel I feel fucking nothing Scabbed cuts don't bleed much, you know 'till ripped off and opened This padding I wear when I've found An absence of distance Our bodies aren't temples, it's true They're bomb testing grounds
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