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- Curare On Your Lips
Welcome to the last time
that You can buy my answer with less than a question.
I would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren't so preoccupied
with taking the bread from Your fingers and downing this cheap New Years wine
that we call Your blood.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed.
- Judah
Show me a light that doesn't go out
when the people tire of tending it,
when they go to sleep content.
Show me gold that we can wear
on the inside of our wrists
so it can't be taken while we sleep.