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ChokeThe street lamps are talking to me again
They tell me of you, my unfortunate friend
And I love it when they warn me
To close my eyes
Those ravens laughing in disguise
And deep in the dark
Where we can't even breathe
This relentless disease is making me bleed
Salvation lurks in the dark form
Of an aptly placed blade
On the undersides of my wrists
Bringing back the first time I was kissed
And when i'm finished
I'll paint you a picture in rust
The blood on the walls drowning our trust
And I will close my eyes
Because we have been warned
The murder flies over your head
And the smog of the city chokes us to death
In the smoke of the bodies we take our last breath
The murder is plotting
We're chanting and flying
In the smoke of the bodies
And the smog of the factories
And the reek of the cities
Has choked us to death.
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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