.Our life, our world
Mapped out in skulls
Carved on wrists and back of arms
Which paint in blood on sheets of white
Of children never quite at home
Our life, our world
Flows down rivers in the street
Made of blood, made of meat
The cigarette burns on tortured arm
The cigare.
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