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Date Added: July 07, 2008

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RED DYE #5: Bitch! Dressed in lies like the dust on leaves, made of silk and positioned carefully. Tailor made it suits her up like the cheap wax on a dixie cup. Scrape it off it's paper thin, leaking out from the pressure within. Well all these things, she wears it well, a knock off bitch but I couldn't tell. The only thing natural was the fake flavor in the deadliness of her kiss. She ate me up while I was still alive, I bet she bleeds Red dye #5, Red dye #5, Red dye #5.. I dodged her words like a matador, she had a tongue like a catheter, twisting real deep, hitting the bone, she drew blood right through the telephone. A plastic heaven from which she fell, a plastic angel ruling plastic hell, burning in her own heart where she lives with a soul made of preservatives. The only thing natural was her kiss, with artificially flavored lips. Taken with a grain of salt modified, artificial as Red dye #5, Red dye #5, Red dye #5. She acted like she was innocent. A plastic utensil compli-condi-ment, acting as though she was heaven sent, then she baptized me in lubricant. The only thing natural was her tears, saline enhanced crocodile woes. I was stung by the queen of the hive, honey dripping Red dye #5, Red dye #5, Red dye #5, Red dye #5, she ate me up while I was-still alive-honey dripping, honey dripping-Red dye #5--RED DYE.

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