Came back to doubt yourself but broke in two,
They find it punctual with idle tooth
I'll find something to shake by the roots.
I crawl along the ceilings in your room
The cold is spinning thread to answer you
I need something made of freewill.
Am I waiting now?
Does my waiting howl?
I bring an avalanche of Toltec bones,
Contaminated cravings if you choose to
Play something that aches for a spill.
Leave out the meat for that contact high
Inhale the vapors and let the hangman smile
For that something to shake by the roots.
Am I waiting now?
Does my waiting howl?
Bring me the tame
Witness germinates in the child
That word of mouth stutters,
Blink at the lonely dice.
Don't know...
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