We share the same infection,
Yellow, vile liquids, seeping from our wounds,
Connected together, slowly dying,
Mixing the colours together on our diseased pallet.
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Let's press the slices together,
Rub them around, get the juices mixed.
Only then can we say we've felt the pain,
Only then can we say we're happy.
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Grind the dirt down to the bone.
We like to feel the rough texture mixed in.
Mixed in with the soupy infection.
It'll start turning green soon.
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Will you watch me cut it open again?
Will you smile when I cry?
Will you help me cut my infection out?
Will you..
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My meat is slowly moving, opening.
It smells so bad, rinse me off.
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We share the same infection,
Yellow, vile liquids, seeping from our wounds,
Connected together, slowly dying,
Mixing the colours together on our diseased pallet.
/
We can paint a picture with our lovely soup.
Splatter us around the walls, randomly.
Don't mind the smell, it's only dead material.
Don't mind the smell..
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Grind the dirt down to the bone.
We like to feel the rough texture mixed in.
Mixed in with the soupy infection.
It'll start turning green soon.