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I find myself expecting the worse
I can't concentrate
I can barely contemplate
anything but these dark matters
so easy for me would it be
to give my whole soul
like nothing to you
but it's not nothing
it's far from nothing
there's such a strong urge
to hear your voice
to hear your voice
I don't even feel like I have
a single choice
that's left in my brittle bones
my breaking bones
I think you want to be an artist
so you can carve your name
on these brittle bones
my breaking bones
and it's this mental state
All I do is regurgitate
All I can do is chew you down
and spit you out of myself
I'll swallow anything but
solid words
they keep
they keep
falling on me and
knocking me out
and I, I gotta climb on out
from this landfill of
solid words
All I can taste is the formaldehyde
helping me die
from the inside
formaldehyde
formaldehyde