And this itch
This rash, what do you call it nowadays?
That feeling you get when you've lost all hope
And like you're falling
And it's a real fucking abyss, yes sir
Like when you're shaking and trembling
And twitching
You're convulsing.
Yep.
And your pulse never quickens, it stays that fast
And your palms are so sweaty it's like you just dipped them in water
And all the smoke of every scent
Will never soothe your strain,
That bestiality will never be that bestial again,
The inhumanity of our relations have just become my rapture,
It's that fucking abyss! I'm falling!
I'm here! I'm yours to capture!
Yet I'm raising my arms in some cliche field
Looking for heaven above
This rash, what do you call it nowadays?!
You fucking call it love.
 
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