Tweak

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Regurgitation, spewing, gushing up blood. This horrific agony has left me face-down in the mud. No matter how hard you scream or how much time you can get, you'll never wake from this dream. It's impossible, just forget it. I hear them singing, many miles away, lost in the wilderness, in the middle of the day. It's torturous, excruciating, a thunderous wall of pain. Hang me out to close the line and, soak me out to drain. Creep inside the candy store and take away the sweets. The kids will never forget this fucking metaphorical tweak. It stings and breathes a mountainous fire raging wind, with class of elegance and romance, perfectly designed for sin. No conscience? No consequence, it's quite simple if you try it. Only those fortunate enough, have ever stopped to buy it. Bag it up, quiver, and shoot for the stars. Only in this heaven, will you ever see, the secret life that lives on mars...