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Lyrics (not in recording, need to be added):
weary men walk streets at night, feet rotting and eyes glazing, socks connected to skin and soup pouring from every orifice, stone pavers for resting places but no recognition for eternal slumbers silver coins break the plastic cups cardboard signs drip of ink and blood, teeth join the soup weary me stumble, collapse, laying on the floor, dead, in a pool of soup teeth soup |