We are all tiny creatures
Following a dying light
So focused on our features
Who's going to marry who preacher?
Tell me I have so many questions- Must life always be a lesson?
I'm dying I'm tired I'm still alive that's fine
Break me in to pieces. Crunch down. Taste blood, taste sweat, taste nothing. I'm a killer as I die beside you by you.
We are all tiny creatures.
Fucked up jittery
Moving remotely our teachers
Tell us the world is going to be fine
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