Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop The end of a line a real, rainbow-likeing, luck stop Where you could say I became chronologically "sick and Ashamed and happy". Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped off. Then, I found a place it's dark and it's rotted. It's a cool, sweet kinda-place Where the copters won't spot it And I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it, However, every-day I'm dumping the body. It'd be better for us if you don't understand. It'd be better for me if you don't understand
They don't know how old I am, They found armour in my belly From the 16th century, conquistador, I think. They don't know how old I am, They found armour in my belly. Passion out of machine-revving tension, lashing Out at machiine-revving tension, brushing by the Machine-revving tension.
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