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letra de a catalyst - bloody crying twinks

don’t speak of motives
i don’t think you know what it is
you’re talking about
poor boy, unsightly
it’s all just to spite me now
isn’t it?

so what if i was just an image?
your portrait of young suburban privilege
don’t tell me to pray when you’re not kneeling
please tell me what it is you think you’re healing

oh how they’ll gossip
we can’t have wrong opinions
with blood on the carpet
i can’t say your hands were innocent
and the curtains stay drawn still
and i swallow down your sleeping pills
if nothing else
they bring me closer to you

bourbon glasses, stained white t–th
and sharp precision, satin sheets
with red wine and cheap calories
i hope no one remembers me
i hope this mansion starts to rot
graffitied over, bulldozed lot
i wish i could forget i knew
all the things i learned from you
what if i was just a catalyst?
for your embedded codes, misinformation
lowered voices, i can hear them screaming
please tell me what it is you think you’re healing

- bloody crying twinks

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