I drank this power from an ink stained paper cup
and was hydrated by a taste like gasoline

It was served by a cataract eyed bodies hand,
with black teeth, sunken ship eyes and an ink filled gut
I tasted power from an ink stained paper cup
And cut my hand like a fine shimmering ribbon
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I was preserved by the taste of new yet old rot
I was housed in a dry wall mansion with bone floors
I was black teethed, with putrid breath to soon be lit 

I was now sown from the corpses of fr-enemies 
I drank this power from an ink stained paper cup
To be blinded, tired and tapped to fill the next