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Devils

de STOMACH BOOK

Don't give a shit
I'm egoist
The apple falls far from the tree
They're throwing kitchen sinks
I smell your lies
I hear the sighs
I spit out teeth into your hands
And I don't understand

When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells we all know we're going to hell

This isn't love
It's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead

The lines get fluffed
Don't give a fuck
The blood is warm upon my skin
Dizzy with endorphins
Don't let me breathe
Or I might think
These frays of friction sickening
Intoxicating me

When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells we all know we're going to hell

This isn't love
It's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead
This isn't love
It's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead

When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells we all know we're going to hell

This isn't love
It's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead

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