Under the Gun Part 1

Nubile, I nestle in between your numb

Toes and lick the dirt off them

I crave your malice and wish for you the spirit

That haunted me when I was in a crevice

Down lo’, hold up

Hey, where’d you go? When I was little

When I was number one

On the radar

Under the gun

In the psych ward

Strapped to the chamber table

 

Where’d you go?

Mister father person

Mister brother love

Mister cave-in-on-the-situation

Where’d you go?

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