Diamond Stuff
And only when
The sun is ours
Didn't take long to find out I'm a husk
Made of diamond stuff
I don't seem to bleed this time
Hair slicked back to a black slick
The red river pulls me up to scratch an itch
On an anthracite field I am laid out
And a diamond drill takes my feet off
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