Fatten up the contour smooth skin oil
Slice through black water
I will shed this ink I will stay good and dry
And dictate the terms of my drowning
They're all trying to kill me
Now it's pay to play and pleasure
You can't strip the thrill of these blinders
Though it's harder to dodge the hazards
That assert their hearts and mouths
Hose down the fire by telling me you might love me
String up your brass rings down no direction I'm heading
I have no friends where you wish to meet
They're scaling their way around me
They relish each deep sure footing
There's no vindication in trying to move me
Hear them happily chipping away
Pick and Prick they're trying to hurt me
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