Something is in the air; breathe it in and let it settle
Things will be different soon,
If you let it
Oh, take thy spine and crush it under-foot
Does it not break apart as easily as sand?
Art thou senses deceived?
Indeed!
For the silver bullet in my side
Doesn't compare to the pitchfork in your throat
So eat the words that spell your name
You think you're falling now girl, wait until you reach the top!
The high altitude will choke you worse than those words so
s
t
o
p
until you've reached the edge
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