Spitting Aspires
The trigger in my hand
I will shoot into you
Least you move
Better by the burn
So deep these lies
Ever slow and quick
Slippery and warm
Given the situation
Must be fast now
Not much more
Time is slipping away
Before you are cold
The trigger in my hand
I will shoot into you
Least you move
Better by the burn
So deep these lies
Ever slow and quick
Slippery and warm
Given the situation
Must be fast now
Not much more
Time is slipping away
Before you are cold
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