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Sometimes When I
Watch the vultures fly
I grow silent
And I wish to die

And to make
All faces disappear
Woods can die
And no one's near

Metal scorpion
On my brain
Sucks the sanity
Makes all plain

I feel sick
To make it stop
More of stars
And more of dope

Sometimes
When I taste the moon
I can feel it
All will finish soon