cough up or give me your name
the extent of voce will be the same
for a man with a heart on a five dollar bill
kneel down, don't hiss or moan,
no grunt, a breath or a smile
the time has come for love and me
true chains with whips and names
a typographic end of days
it's a romance that lasts us all two lifetimes
I'll write the tracks anew
across from where we hide
now satan put on those dancing shoes
and let's dance for a while
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