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Saturday, April 21, 2012

Cut Clean



Cut clean, loose shoes.
Its only they wanted in you.
Ripped jeans, loud rouse.
I think they can hear you.

There was a jump chorus on the half hour ago.
There was a stripped slut, or a cut throat.
I only tried to keep the blood flowing to my toes.
Did I wake you?

The chandelier just wont stop shaking.
All the blinds been shut.
Woven red in the bed, 
laced with alcohol.
That is when everything went black. 
I could have been having a panic attack. 
I cut my shoulder over a thought of you.

There was a door shut only an half hour ago.
There was a stripped slut, or a cut throat.
I only tried to keep the blood flowing to my head.
I heard sirens run just a few seconds ago.
There was a great whore!
I tried all I could but she had to be dead.

All I wanted was to drink poison water with you.
Some man broke into my house, what could I do?
I woke up bloodied in a ditch, to turn which way?
If I saw you again, what can I say?
I sure did find my way in town, well hell was raised. 
Start begging on your knees, let your saviour be praised.
All I wanted was to drink poison water with you.
Some man broke into my house, what could I do?

I cut him clean, loosened his shoes.
All in the memory of you.
Ripped jeans, loud rouse.
He wont forget what he did to you.

There was a jumped bridge only a minute ago.
There was a stripped slut, with a cut throat.
I only tried to keep the blood on his hands.
Did I wake you?












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