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and here you are, mastering decadence and car accidents that keep on crashing deep in my throat with the grinding of mechanical romance between organ and bone. oh, sister! so sinister, so sorry to see the sea swallow us whole. you talk of sinking ships with metallic lust still on your lips, little heaven, you talk of saving us all with these biblical names you can't even pronounce mixed in with mixed drinks and pronouns and this amounts to little more than little boys hanging in their closets with their religious hands in their pockets just aching for a little heaven.