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[prettyuglybefor]

the devil you know
is back here again
the devil is stoned
he's making friends

We move
we break
we're sun,we're shade

you come
we go
we're fast
we're slow

blood on your dress
hole in your sky
blanket is gone
permanent night

we're glued
we break
we all dilate

we please
we pain...again

we need solutions
a brain megaphone

she's broken your shoes
you look like winter
you're all in a bruise
handful of splinters

we brood
we flake
we torch
we take

rebound
rebirth
cocooned from hurt

I could be wrong
I could be right
do you think we'll make it
out of here alive

oh we need solutions
a brain megaphone
we need solutions
we got to call this home

she makes me see God
I'm out on a line
anyway the pleasure comes