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All You See in Me is DeathA form of slick movingIs owned by your thick neck Mustang eyes and whiskers Feathered hat, feathered hat Motives and great thinkers You feel inside of your hand Salinger and Fitzgerald Must have been love in disguise And you look me in the eyes and say "You are not degraded" You look me in the eyes and say "You are not degraded, no You are not degraded" All you see in me is death All you see in me is death All you see in me is death All you see in me is death All you see in me is death All you see in me is death All you see in me is death All you see in me is death |