.Iâm a frog
I croak in a pond of blood
Sheâs still a part of me
I can feel those rust-licked fingers wriggling
[moan]
This garden has been littered with pesticides
Red lightâred light
Iâm a poor boy!
Red lightâred light
Is this heresy.
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