The cookie crumbles and we must land somewhere, hold on to me, your neighbors watch, but let’s be wrong together, is god good, am I a sinner, only good for speaking blasphemy, is there any part of me that’s worth saving, my hands holding onto my blade, I stab into your heart again and again, the taste of your lips, freshly shed blood, why do I yearn so deeply, oh, how I must love you so…

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