Break
.
these bones
and drive this
home.
.
This
.
heart that
has turned to
stone
.
Spit
.
some teeth
and call IT
g00d.
.
WithA
.
m0uth never
sp0ke, how IT
should.
.
Rolls
.
these eyes
and calls this
crazy.
.
The
.
Future's wH3re
thE, Pa$t i$B
Pay'$ "m3".
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