" Oranges "
Coils,
Slipping in and out,
No more,
Blood flow from my mouth
Day of life will thrash on us
Dials of the sun collide with lust
Ditches flood,
We're rotting
Rotting,
Rotting
Coils,
Twist around my chest
Buttons,
Which one to press?
Day to night we're thrashed upon
Pumping water from our lungs
Ditches remain,
We're rotting
Rotting,
Rotting
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