When i was a child,I used to play with hammers and knives
Seeking my reflection in a cold steel
Drowning in a silky stickiness
Two blue blades were staring back at me
Wish I could remember my name
your name,names of my parents
my mind is pitch black
my voice drills holes in the corners of your eyes
How many teardrops have left
till we go lying in the ground like treasures
you whispering in my ear dirty secrets
and im poking your eyes out with silver hooks
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