Under your black eyes, honey.Right beneath your nose
a curse on all creation
Every single thing you know.
White smoke, white light,
white marble on the store.
It would only take a few seconds of darkness
to figure out what's in store.
Little girl,
You convince yourself that you want it,
but you don't know
You keep trying to wash the blood from your hands,
but it won't go.
We're gonna keep you on the run.
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