Thought Industry - Ballerina lyrics

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Here Grub go 'gain. Lick me hurts and scratch the<br />

Stucco. Can smell the streets of Bailey McCaret, or<br />

Mama in snazzy white. Mama won't let wee grub leave.<br />

No sun, no fun, no gun to ice her. I'll love over you as<br />

We embrace each other.<br />

We are lonely. We are scared. We are forever.<br />

I am bile, I am blood. I am forever.<br />

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The quartzite window provides a star. Grub wish n<br />

Wish for grass to roll in, or a girl to pet my cheek; but<br />

Mom comes a reeking sex and Drambule. A dirk with<br />

Blades both North and South. Opposing points against<br />

Our tummies. We embrace. The blades insert. As our love<br />

Consumes each other.<br />

We are lonely. We are scared. We are forever.<br />

I am vomit, I am pus. I am forever.<br />

Mom shall dance a final ballet.