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Liquid blood creaming down the sidewalk
And into hardware stores
And my cottonwood paradise has shifted
Into Hollywood enterprise
And my spirit is still
Cottonmouth shine
But you still don’t see it
First world insects swarm once more
Some shadow figure glazed my room
And I assume
I assume you’ve got some place to be
Some hotshot embassy
And they’ll still want more
A blinding light shines on the crystal door
