Burning electric trees,
Is all I have for destruction.
Sometimes I could kill myself,
Let the blood flow from my throat,
Outta my neck and
Down through my shirt,
And through the floorboards,
So the rats could drink.
But burning electric trees,
Is all I have for destruction.
Friday, 12 June 2009
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