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Just as he hit the ground

They lowered a tow that

Stuck in his neck to the gills

Fragments of sobriquets

Riddle me this

Three half-eaten corneas

Who hit the aureole

Stalk the ground

Stalk the ground

You should have seen

The curse that flew right by you

Page of concrete

Stained walks, crutch in hobbled sway

Auto-da-fé

A capillary hint of red

Only this manupod, crescent in shape, has escaped

The house half the way

Fell empty with teeth

That split both his lips

Mark these words

One day this chalk outline will circle this city

Was he robbed of the asphalt

That cushioned his face?

A room-colored charlatan hid in a safe

Stalk the ground

Stalk the ground

You should have seen

The curse that flew right by you

Page of concrete

Stained walks, crutch in hobbled sway

Auto-da-fé

A capillary hint of red

Only this manupod, crescent in shape, has escaped

Pull the pins (pull the pins)

Save your grace (save your grace)

Mark these words (mark these words)

On his grave (on his grave)

Pull the pins (pull the pins)

Save your grace (save your grace)

Mark these words (mark these words)

On his grave (on his grave)

Pull the pins (pull the pins)

Save your grace (save your grace)

Mark these words (mark these words)

On his grave (on his grave)

You should have seen

The curse that flew right by you

Page of concrete

Stained walks, crutch in hobbled sway

Auto-da-fé

A capillary hint of red

Everyone knows the last toes are always the coldest to go