PEEVING SONG by Kino

I would like to shut you up and cut you into parts
resembling the cobbled stone streets of the mind
whenever you weight the man with a smile
everything must be convincingly done

disappear after a terrible mess,
go on son rupture this night,
I can't peeve everybody in the world
but, i will try

soothe my conscience, i am an ambush hidden in a man,
have you heard it the news is that you are dead.
new york city has too many wicked souls
this place is really really fucking doomed...

iron curtain before your eyes
a human being will get numbed under any circumstance.

alluring lips of a giant dog
this government would like a snog
swallow your affection, miss.
i am not on your side.
you'll know me as an insult.

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