woke to find the sun turned black
the shit of the world on my back
the rain's drops eating my paper skin
my outer shell's face bleeding in
another blood red semaphore
another blood red semaphore
another blood red semaphore
another blood red semaphore
stopping me
stopping me, hell's where i want to go
stopping me
stopping me, hell's where i want to go
stopping me
stopping me, hell's where i want to go
stopping me
stopping me, hell's where i want to go
red
caressed the metal sheet it crushed
licked the flame inhaled the dust
the mushroom's rays warming my purple skin
my outer shell was wafer thin
another blood red semaphore
another blood red semaphore
another blood red semaphore
another blood red semaphore
tasted nails to scratch my tract
rolled on saws to massage my back
the rock's palm petting my exposed ribs
my tattered shell left decaying
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