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Burnt Plastics

from Year of the Rats by Hunter Alive

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Get the bait, bait the trap, trap the rats

The lonely road is narrow, just add a little light
It couldn't even pierce my finger, fade into the back
A meager hundred hearts, a short and failed life
Framed narrative of fame, in eyes of pointed black

Innocence fades away

Innocent and lost
A virgin to the mind game
Pleasured by a stimulation
of pulses from the simulation

Oh

Now I am in your hands

Lead up the stairs by shattered hands
A stream begins to flow and drip
Oh lead me to distant lands
A song of sleep seeps from crooked lips

The stream slowly heads a lake
And you begin to take a sip
I thought you'd lead me to distant lands
I thought that we were safe

Cold steel stings my skin as I transform

Incisions from the exhibitionist gods in all my folds
They hold queens and kings as their hearts run cold

End their rain
End their sin
Expose the sky
Burn their skin

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from Year of the Rats, released May 6, 2022

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