These are stains upon your genes
You play me, fresh and new
20 lashes in the drain
Collecting soapy residue
Water in the sink turns brown
Power to be clear, swishing it around
And you scrape your skin with a razor blade
Not the end, it's supposed to be
Display me
Boxed, re-viewed
All the tears in Tennessee
For the positive
Lover or freak
Passing with the speed of sound
Hours to be here, buried in the ground
Soon to touch
The ass of god's
Hmm, gusher
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