.My chest is a ribcage, filled with bees
Spires, flames, Cincinnatti
Reminds me of hell
Thrust into the pit of bengals
We'll push that horned building
Off into the fog
I ain't been laid in five long years, man
It's just I got these ideals
I can't get them out of my hea.
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