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Message 350: The Butcher

Beauty will destroy your mind.
Spare the gory details,
Give them gift-wrapped for the man with everything.
Though I lived a lonely lie,
I was confused.
I butcher. Feel nothing.
As it courses up my arms,
The position of the worms
Up, up through my heart into my brain.
I’m a bitch slap, a basic combination,
Cut up, chop liver on the block.
My heart still thumping.
He’s a worrier, a worrier.
Here’s a little bitch coming out of him.
He’s a worrier, a worrier.
Here’s a little bitch coming out of him,
coming out of him.

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Beauty will destroy your mind. Spare the gory details, Give them gift-wrapped for the man with everything. Though I lived a lonely lie, I was confused. I butcher. Feel nothing. As it courses up my arms, The position of the worms Up, up through my heart into my brain. I’m a bitch slap, a basic combination, Cut up, chop liver on the block. My heart still thumping. He’s a worrier, a worrier. Here’s a little bitch coming out of him. He’s a worrier, a worrier. Here’s a little bitch coming out of him, coming out of him.

this song is actually in the echo of morning bell, expescially when you here it both backwards and forwards at the same time

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