Needles, Needles.
I'm a big boy now, big duck, built-up testosterone. All grown, a veteran to self mutilation. Little pussy pants considers contemplation. Cry yourself sober baby boy, I hope you throw away all of your toys. Stick a needle in my belly and drain all my evil. Blood-let my memory and lobotamise my sensitivity.
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