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Hit the flick of the switch
I am ready to go
downtown to the pitch
where no grass grow
The graveworm is hungry
and craves a dish
that taste like chicken
but smells like fish

Paddling the pink canoe
in a river of blood
Burying my face and drowning
in a flood
The graveworm is ready
ready to wet
the goddess of fire
with blood sperm and sweat

Forwards, backwards reaping the reward
in out, in out, a bloody flesh sword

Feeding knuckles, a skinhelmet of sin
a sexual carnage and I am diving in

Partying with Bent Sea
hitchhiking south
polishing the pearl
ass to mouth

Paddling the pink canoe...

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