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frail body - fixed
02:16
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STATIONARY I
WILL CONTEMPLATE MY EXISTENTIAL WORTHLESS
AND DAILY I WON'T FIND
A PATH OR A SUBSIDIARY
NIHILISM FILLS MY HEAD EVERY DAY
I CAN'T HELP BUT QUESTION EV RY CHOICE THAT I MAKE
CAPILLARY / STATIONARY
REST HEAD 20 DEGREES
OFF WHITE ENCLOSING
FOCUS POINT IN THE WALL
DON’T BREAK YOUR GAZE
NEUROTRANSMISSION FAIL
ENCAPSULATED
I HAVE STALLED OUT OF LIFE
AND IT’S EQUATING
AS WALLS MOVE CLOSER
TO MY CAPILLARIES
ARE CONVINCED OTHERWISE
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UNFORTUNATE END, CAN'T BEAR THE GLOOM TODAY.
ALL ENDS UNSEEN, ABHORRED, ABOMINATED,
ABHORRED. I CAN'T GET MY HEAD OUT –
CAN'T BEAR THE GLOOM TODAY. ABHORRED, ABOMINATED.
CAN'T GET MY HEAD OUT, CAN'T BEAR THE GLOOM TODAY.
CAN'T GET OUT OF MY GROTESQUE SKIN, I'M HELD IN.
BURIED, TASTE THE DECAY.
MY EYES ACCOMPANIED, WITH WORDS I COULD NOT SPEAK.
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THE WORLD I KNOW IS CHAOS
YOU SPEW THE POISON THAT BURNS THROUGH MY SKIN
CASTING A SWORD THAT COMES FROM RUST
DRAWING BLOOD, LIFTED FROM CRUST
THE WORLD WE KNOW IS AGAINST US
DEEP INTO THE MARROW, AS DARK AS GOD'S SORROW
WIELDING A BLADE THAT PIERCES OUR SKIN
EGODYSTONIC, IT BURROWS WITHIN
STABBING / CRYING / CHOKING / LYING
WE BLEED THE SAME BLOOD
YET YOU STICK TO YOUR DOCTRINE
CHOKING / LYING / A RACIST DOCTRINE
REMOVE THE PSYCHE FROM THE SKIN
RUMMAGE THROUGH OUR HISTORY
ANALYZE WITH SCRUTINY
WITHERING, FALTERING, TREMBLING MASS
OUR TRAUMA IS NO LONGER OURS
COMMANDEER THE NARRATIVE
SANITIZED EXPERIENCE
YOU SAY WE'RE THE SAME
WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
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THERE’S NOT MUCH SENSE
TELL MY WHY
ALL HUMANS FEAR TRUTH
YOU DON’T KNOW ME
I DON’T KNOW YOU
BUT WHO CARES?
THERE’S NO SENSE
TELL ME WHY
MOST OF US
FEEL FUCKING POINTLESS
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TO ALL THOSE WALKS I TOOK ON SLEEPLESS MIND
ALONE UNDER THE DARKEST CLOUDS
KEEPING ME FROM PUSHING A LITTLE FURTHER
SHARP BLADES IN MY (DELICATE SKIN)
TO ALL THE BOYS WHO CHOKED ME SO HARD
I FORGOT MY EXISTENCE JUST LONG ENOUGH
THAT I STOPPED WONDERING HOW IT WOULD FEEL
TO TIE A KNOT AS TIGHT ON MY NECK
OVER MY HEAD
THE DARKEST CLOUDS
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FORGOT OURSELVES / WE LOSE AGAIN AND AGAIN
WE CRY / GET SAD / GET MAD / GET HIGH / SLEEP LESS
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