You're Done from Molten Sore by Weaping Mask

what shocking you? defy
look into these eyes
you’ll wade two hours into shadow
flashing teeth and knives
you said we’re never safe
so we hide i can’t decide
i sent a mental man sort away
could have been desired

so anyway we’re gone
a steel man
sick and all the way
step into the lye
want to do this ride
one try
stop before all time
and shake your face off

no i won’t let you

walk in tune
the fire
given to desire
fit to conspire
your plan’s gone haywire

back on track
staring down the list
of liquidated facts (is it true?)
like murder or not
or is it all an act?
counting down
987654321
your finger on a trigger
a button of what you can’t outrun
and you’re done

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