Feel the heat closing in,
Feel the heat closing in,
Feel the heat.
They've got dogs and lights,
They've got dogs and lights,
I'll have to turn into night.
They said I showed you too much,
I showed you too much,
I showed you.
Now I'm running the clutch,
Now I'm running the clutch,
Now I'm running.
I write this from my room,
in the stillness of the tomb.
Your picture's on my wall,
and my hand falters around your balls.
Monday, July 21, 2008
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