blister bustin, bumps banging out the veins
square head, broken corner, just hanging out with brains
sang about the age of countless wages, now im drained
the sound of pain bounces off the grave, down terrain
cemetery plots and buried bottles where i drank
i swear its hollow, air gets swallowed, ::burp:: pardon careless ways
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-A.bove T.he R.est
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