Televators

Just as he hit

The ground

They lowered a tow that

Stuck in his neck to the gills

Fragments of sobiquets

Riddle me this

Three half eaten corneas

Who hit the area

Stalk the ground

Stalk the ground

You should have seen

The cursive flu i'd buy you

Page of concrete

Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway

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A capillary hint of red

Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped

The house half the way

Fell empty with teeth that split both his lips

Mark these words

One day this chalk outline will circle this city

Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face

A room colored charlatan hid in a safe

Stalk the ground

Stalk the ground

You should have seen

The curse that flew right by you

Page of concrete

Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway

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A capillary hint of red

Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped

Pull the pins

Save your grace

Mark these words

On his grave

Pull the pins

Save your grace

Mark these words

On his grave

Pull the pins

Save your grace

Mark these words

On his grave

You should have seen

The cursive flu i'd buy you

Page of concrete

Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway

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A capillary hint of red

Everyone knows the last toes are

Always the coldest to go