Never thought you'd decay
or that I'd be around to see the day
Your eiffel tower burning in an hour
Paris is inviting her into its loins
between two legs you're wearing like a scarf
taste the infestation of 10 fold guilt
and the juices of despair
this is the end of the ride
the part where you pull out your hair
when you know it's too late
she has you strapped to a bomb
and tied to an airplane
Oh call to god, how did I fucking get here?
What's next?
Fastforward or flip the page to find out
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