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caroliner - i'm armed with quarts of blood كلمات أغنية

the blue bottled ones are the true and tried
the aunt forehead asks me to open wide
you see i mix the drops
fingers end in fang
the pies of every meal
in the slithering in my frame
sing out you slopers? while i call
the dog, drag your baskets ’til yellow
knuckles are raw
boiling those legs woven of tough ?? weeds
the medicine and poisons are a new game for me
behold i bring good tidings
i’m armed with qarts of blood
behold i bear antique ?? string and skin hold my serpent flood
snakes wrestle in stomach the have a murderous run
lo they have good luck armed with stomach blood
if it were not for my clothes and heavy skin
those all serpents run rampant with a lively bl__dy din
here i am baking cooking a poison pie (e)
my moist b_tton watches with a wary snakes eye

- caroliner

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