Blood drips from your nose to your lace
A venial sin
A sign of our aging
A rough rag made a hole in your face
Soaking the straps
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But I know you're lying
You laugh when you say it
Clear coke and primordial rage
The year of the dog
Begins with a bang
I love how you bleed so deep
Why not run around the dark with me?
Your iron tastes like sun and sleep
It's clean
Why not run around as you bleed?
I'm not that wolf that you say I am
All beings lust for the flesh of the lamb
And in the year of the dog
I brush the devil's hand
But I'm not that dog I was back then
Big stretch baby circle the grave
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