.[Mac Lethal]
For every hole I've punched in the wall
Every piece of paper crumbled as we've suffer in the bloodiest fall
For every pulsating ego blistered into moon ripe nosebleeds
I nurse these festering wounds and drop no seeds
but grow an orchid garden
Now the pains on your port.
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