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Dale Earnhardt's Seatbelt - The Bled

"The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident, where we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth. Such a sick celebration. Everyone loves a tragedy in epic proportions. Lets"

Millionaries - The Bled

"we fall asleep on the runway underneath the neon crucifix. where they left the light on for us tonight. fed myself to the sickness and purge myself to the cure. we watch the nurses pace the cage. you and"

The Last American Cowboy - The Bled

"Brace yourself for the plight of the born. as the spotlight strips you bare. Just a useless act in the play of life. cast as the role of "The Lover" and I feel slightly misplace in a world that "Fuck of"

His First Crush - The Bled

"I'll open up my wrists to let you in and keep you where you belong. Nail my hands into the oak if I can never touch your face again. Cardiac paralysis. I cannot breathe. Swallow my tounge if I can't say"

Anvil Pinata - The Bled

"Someone go for help, she's not getting up. The cardboard spine has buckled under the extension of her wings. It took my breath away. She fell for years into this haven of infection. These hospital policies"

Swatting Flies With A Wrecking Ball - The Bled

"I'll stand knee deep in your ridicule. Your tongue flickers as threats are made. I've saved you a seat in hell. Lets begin. You can shove glass down my throat. I need your fists against my flesh. That"

Glitterbomb - The Bled

"Shatter the mirror on the wall and turn me into beautiful broken pieces. I am a slave to my own reflection. Hollywood in a soft syringe push it in and make a star out of me. Hollywood in a soft syringe"

F Is For Forensics - The Bled

"Spike the I.V. with kerosene as insects halo an open wound. They flutter death threats in morse code and old habits are exposed. Secret handshake decapitation. Push the knife back in before embalming fluid"

Ambulance Romance - The Bled

"He tongues the barrel of hopes loaded gun. All hell is put to rest. Now rest your eyes sweet child. Dont trouble yourself with tears. Just let go if it's killing you to be the one who's holding on. He"

John Wayne Newton - The Bled

"Shine on spotlight cadaver. What have you become? Come get your glamour fix. Pushed into vein. Shine on sweet medicated kisses. I wont watch you die. Your surrogate funeral eyes like blackened pillows. Your"

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