Spent, and trying not to think, I'm holding Bêbe close in an arctic shitter.
I'm asking what's this about.
And she's not answering, holding me, little in my arms.
I just fucked you I point out, you owe me (and I know that's crap, so I don't need telling).
She looks up at me and says, "we are dead already, we are sacrifice."
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