Murder By Death - Killbot 2000 |
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Killbot 2000
Murder By Death a smell like cigarettes creeps softly through the vents to keep breaking all the rules tell all the boys and girl from school the room is filling up with smoke and little bodies don't let their parents know their individuals Datura flakes off from your lips you've lost the swagger in your hips your skin feels soft and sagging down your eyes are turning blue to gray your arms drag across the ground with each step you take and they fall from the jungle gyms amoung the sound of bodies crawling round the room and they fall and piss away each night I can smell their flesh on everything left in this room chalk and scattered crayons on empty desks for weeks finding clumps of unwashed hair caught between the vents blowing. to the cemetary thier little bodies carry so gently please don't let thier necks crook towards the ground |
