i saw the gravestones i saw nine year old boys
somehow i knew they hated me you can live as long
as you want to live lately all i want is to be in
your hole sleep without a dream as cold as it
seems it's my destiny how many men have been in
your sacred hole [how many dead men god?] as i
spread her thighs my life flashes before my eyes
soothing, disturbing i'm intoxicated with fear
how many men have died? in your dirty hole how
many men lay dead from this killing hole
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