Smokey Joe, you're calling at the station
"If I kill him, there are complications"
I did not ask for this
"Oh, but, love, yes, you did"
Maybe it terrifies me (it's too, too easy)
It's too easy
This quiet siege (it's too, too easy)
To wish you harm
Maybe it terrifies me
You threw black ice at the bottom of the river
Smokey Joe, hey, what's a revelation? (my dark twin, the annihilating feminine)
"That one's past is not a destination (does not need civilizing)
It is a road for fools who need empty approvals"
Maybe it terrifies me (it's too, too easy)
It's too easy
This quiet siege (it's too, too easy)
To wish you harm
Maybe it terrifies me
You threw black ice at the bottom of the river
Smokey Joe, hey, can you pass the pipe? (a song-less robin, she became)
You have been blessed, now go be wise (he stole my sister, Clitorides)
"It is a coward who'll say he's not afraid (these silken rubber gloves)
Of dying when clearly he is potently alive" (choking his vitriolic tongue)
Maybe it terrifies me (it's too, too easy)
It's too easy
This quiet siege (It's too, too easy)
To wish you harm
Maybe it terrifies me
It's too easy
This quiet siege (it's too, too easy)
You threw black ice at the bottom of the river
Smokey Joe is calling at the station
Calling at the station
Calling at the station
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