got your eyeballs on a skewer
slinking down the alleyways
laughter bouncing round the sewers
echoes skitter cross the days
tapping on your shoulder
in an empty place
the minotaur is bored
waiting in the maze
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dancing in the scope
tugging at your tacky sheets
whispers grip your neck
a dull but angry beast
carving in a smile
when it fades away
pupils going white
on the asshole plane
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come serpent and saint
come hither
come slither
lets get the band back together
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