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I've sat and imagined what to do with you But I've underestimated these painted palms The dried cracks in my hands only grow on me The cobwebs in the corner can't say no to company Why do you pull your hair out, human? The bristles only cough, they were meant to keep you warm Don't hesitate to peek, get off the sinking stains The pleasure of these seas of blended blues Doesn't come close to being the last scene you see Maybe the souls didn't know what they were screaming We knew it was irrelevant, the colors aren't their kind Shining through disguises like a million different lies Roll over and die, fiend, you know you'll never ca