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Poppies

from Down by Keptin

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She is gone. I am alone.

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Come on down with Jack and Jill,
Don't tell your mother where you'll be,
“Bury your head in my leg!” she says,
Oh, it gets fucking wild on a Thursday,

Here we see the Cardinal,
Oh, man, he likes to play,
Maybe God and Jezz have blessed him,
To let his sexuality sway?

Here we fall in love with pretty girls,
Like Miss Daisy and Miss Rose,
But none compare with the Poppy girl,
Who takes us out of this, fucking, world.

Now the smoke is getting to my head,
It makes the, fucking, world whirl,
And nothing makes sense any more,
And nothing seems.

And I don't think I'm real,
And your vagrant stare is there,
And the dragon comes chasing us,
Down the hall and through the stairs,

And I don't think I'll survive,
And I don't think I'll survive,
And I don't think I'll survive,
And I don't think.

(Then why do we come here?)
When you're not home.
(Then why do we come here?)
And I'm so broken.
(Then why do we come here?)
I'm, fucking, torn,
(Then why do we come here?)
I'm all alone,
(Then why do we come here?)
And I'm so high..
(Then why do we cum?)

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from Down, released November 20, 2017

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Keptin Preston, UK

I am Nephilim.
I am Porcelain.
I am Keptin.

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