Long road high floods
dislocation of the gods
Eating nuts and stones
the teeth become cones
Bleeding over exposed photos
flirting on filthy mottos
dead and zombie food
all for sale for good
It's time for peace
it's time for some hiss
let the pain dissolve
let some happiness in your earlobe
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