Worded War
That shady little grey car
outside of your window
Will blow to bits
as soon as the wind blows
I don't have a timer
so you'd be alive
If you stay indoors
but seeing how you think
Makes it a necessity for me to visualize
the distance
That your body parts will go
when they explode
I'd love to see your head scooped
up from your shoulders
And your nostrils stuck between boulders
your left thighbone
Stuck in
right inside of your throat
Just before I kill you
with your cigarette smoke
outside of your window
Will blow to bits
as soon as the wind blows
I don't have a timer
so you'd be alive
If you stay indoors
but seeing how you think
Makes it a necessity for me to visualize
the distance
That your body parts will go
when they explode
I'd love to see your head scooped
up from your shoulders
And your nostrils stuck between boulders
your left thighbone
Stuck in
right inside of your throat
Just before I kill you
with your cigarette smoke
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