Clear water's breathing fumes again,
And bribing the sky for it's murmured grin
It's chalice crashes along the shore and waits
Jotting down in ruptured eyes all that's bold and fake.
My spandex visions collaborate at the skull
Sipping mischief-flavored champagne dripping so wonderful
The shore is chock full of fucking scum
Working out and flexing egos til exasperation
Last week's flavor is this week's ridicule
We're all fucking starving for a new kind of cool
Nicotine spurts crab-walk their way to the gutter
Performing surgery harmlessly on one another
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