Bloodbath on the Track


216 W 32nd St
United States
42° 46' 6.5028" N, 86° 7' 1.5276" W

Birth of new born killers

high end thrillers

sparse chances, taken with unease 

beans and peas,

mark disease and

players can't see me

'cause I was never on a team

in the first dream, I ever had

of playing the game,

faster than the flame,

kept pulling the chain, around my neck, 

pushed off the deck,

got the barbecue wrecked,

suburban fleck, tech, when we first met

A cheerleader, knee bleeder,

it switched hands

and became a big leaguer


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