Dead On The Vine

from by Batter The Drag

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Your foundation is all fucked up. You set yourself up for these cuts. You get to know me so well. So what? So when we kiss we bite our tongues? Because it's blood that you wanted?

We'll all be left behind.

An eye for an eye socket full of maggots of riding tricycles in frantic circles chanting church curses for miracles. An eye for an eye socket full of magnetic flies dropping like fake plastic gods.

We're all left behind.

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from The Big Sleep, released September 1, 2005

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Ryan Richardson New York, New York

I picked up the guitar as a kid and have been making a mess ever since.

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