In Waves from Success Racist by Graham Repulski

I beg for some leg
I will cry amongst the dregs
I've seen the naked queen
I will comply with the unclean

And don't get your ass all caught up on
The lengths they will go to crawl through the sieve
I was planning a run
I was planning to notice
Now she's dead

Trumpets weep, babies sleep
In perfect skies, on refuse heaps
If I combust, slake the bloodlust
I'll get you high, plenty flossed

But don't get your ass all caught up on
The lengths they will go to hurt and deceive
I was planning a run
I was planning to notice
Now she's dead

And I want you to kill my mind
And I want you to kill my mind
I don't want you to kill me
And I want you to kill me

But it's late
I'm afraid I'll make it back
I come in waves

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