.Burning screens
Our fisting hands
Our drive to steer>When the ship comes in (you) the goat is dead
97 back hands
32 flats (brisks) of sheet metal
3 logs to the battering ram
Stressing me blind
18 straightjackets and you can barely fit me into all of them
(It's our fear)
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