Starts of dreams, I'm able to breath underwater, someone's daughter's sugar, Southern weather voice, with Lucky Strikes she stries to cover the Smell, cover the noises of his mouth blue out the plains of his face, cover the noises he makes There's a man, and I hate him plainly nothing fancy in how glad I watched them bury him But ever since then, I can feel him all around me clawing like a crowd Like the weather sucks me in and spits me out Understand I am only as he made me, a faithful servant to all of the noise, all of the lights, all the flashing in my head, the sound of his mouth, loud as a crowd, and you're lucky that you're dead because Clemency is tugging me but I'm sorry that she's weak. Because I won't be merciful like what got you first in your throat, I will be real, real slow, just like a wheel, turn over. I'm like a wheel. I'm like a wheel X5 I'll be real, I'll be real. I'll turn over like a wheel.
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