

A Chemical PoemMy cellmate's a killer You can say a prayer if you need toA Chemical Poem
Check into the hotel bella muerte Hip hip hooray for me! Elevators and half priced sales Mama, we all go to hell I'm not much a poet but a criminal Clean me off, I'm so dirty babe And after all the blood that you still owe Lay still like the dead
Run away, but where did you run to? Oh baby here comes the sound! Mix in with the lot And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights Never again Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you Every inch of sanity
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Pump the blood right through my veins!
All my friends say I'm insane,
Take my hand, lets run away.
Who needs them anyway?
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Jo
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Unsuspecting Victim [link]
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