bite your silver spoon
drink your silver spoon
it's tasteless, it's all been consumed
men's suicide's fueled by fear
weak men aroused by tears
you pay for love, but we pay it dear
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This is the end. Please take all your belongings with you otherwise they will be destroyed and/or used as means to sexual gratification.
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