We live in an apparatus
I’m filled with hatred,
but you turn it into yours.
You reel me into love
I feel alive,
when you’re about to die.
We are the greatest sins
like a house on fire
fear is our lovechild.
The petty world
makes us beautiful
pass me those pills.
Let’s get what we need
probably not sleep;
how about some ecstasy?
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