Move like a dead man
Swear like a dead man
You'll never say those words again
Well this is making sure
Here's your 6 feet
Let's go 6 feet more
Breathe like the stillborn
Ghost kicks in uterine wall
Post-natal spasms
In the cerebellum
I want to grow up and be a baby, mommy
Disguised as a threat
I don’t mean it
But it will happen
Here, there
Everywhere
Too many words
Have some with your yogurt
Just like fruit
With the pits in
(with a little help from a plotmeister)
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