Euphoric rush trees bend to pray for us
I am sputtering like cold machines
Late for the birth ritual
You can drive my tail to watch the circus
A birth ritual a birth of idiots
Now I woke up blessed and good strives for heartache
Marked for the death ritual
As you start the song and face this garden
I light a cigarette before the execution
And now you see your crime for every miracle
Add another drug at every birth ritual
Shining like child's eyes mark his size bright until the newness wears off
I took the drug to make me stay and now everything dies in shyness
The snake retreats admits defeat and waits for the birth ritual
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