I've got to change the blades,
Shave away my sorrow.
Change the blades,
Shave away my sin.
Change the blades,
Cast this spirit from me.
Change the blades,
Carve away my skin.

Well my lips are dry from kissing your arid, barren wasteland,
Embracing the furnace like a child.
Who in the face of adversity,
I should have showered with kisses.
I extinguished all hope,
When I turned on the gas
In my best suit and Californian Poppy,
In a bizarre ceremony of lust.

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