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The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens a depth perception languished in the night all my life, I've been sewing the wounds but the seeds sprouts a lachrymal cloud Niño o preparate que vas sufrir Niño preparate salte veneno Niño preparate salte de aqui niño preparate labios temblando niño preparate salte veneno niño preparate salte de aqui niño preparate brinca los cuerpos vas a sufrir my nails peel back when the taxidermist ruined goose stepped the freckling impatience all the brittle tombs five hundred little q´s I'm splitting hair to match the faces all night long I'll hunt four you let me show you what I mean sangre sonando de rabia naci now this train don't lie an abortion that survived a lineage of bastard mastication all the severed proof these are the feathers that replace them all night I'll hunt for you let me show you what I mean sangre sonando de rabia naci who do you trust will they feed us the womb I found the remnants of a crescent fang it cleaned my wing down to the bone umbilical syllables left to decode there was no cradle I can taste it come on now all night I'll hunt for you let me show you what I mean sangre sonando de rabia naci who do you trust will they feed us the womb chrome the fetal mirage will they feed us the womb bring me this plagues she took a drink those nicotine stains on his every word my scavenger quit will only hide the truth bring me bring me this plague I count the days to find what was left behind only these names I clutch will lead me to my home somehow the river marks a wrinkle hand in mine and everyday that parts the water into two mothers and feathers star to drown the living proof I can't remember these lakes of blood wrapped in a blanket there sweats a cut who do you trust will they feed us the womb chrome the fetal mirage will they feed us the womb.