They caught on to me
So lay me to sleep
No peace no sleep - no landmining
No arms no feet - no pandering
No air to breathe - no suffocating
No hate no face - no dissapointing
No fingers to meet
Your steel follow strings
With right angle teeth
My knees all fall weak to leave
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