Drips & Slips
Drip drip, Slip, slip. Drip drip, Slip, slip. Drip drip, Slip, slip. Blood goes drip, drip, Razor goes slip, slip, Down the white tunnel, I make a trip, trip. Show me your drips and slips, And let the blood flow from those beautiful luscious lips, lips. My life is of knives and their tips, tips, And my skin that is of rip, rips, With the demons and their grips, And the drips made from slips, slips.
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