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I keep my walls blank,
I move too much.
The ground is lava
But I hang
From ceiling fans as they spin on high.
My arms get tired enough to break.
One rotting molar pulsating
Through the inside of my face.
Tooth to string, string to door.
Slam shut, wake me up.
Faces are warped
So I’m catching a train to hell,
And it’s right on time.
Town on a tilt and with a limp.
Drag it out, drag me down.
In dreams I die
But in waking life I’m fine.
Rabbit holes in the back of my eyes.
By the time it is over,
Onto another.
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The Fan and The Bellows
02:56
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Sick
02:12
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When are you getting your stuff
Outta my room?
New Orleans souvenirs
And those stupid shirts that aren’t you.
It’s taking forever.
When are you tossing out those pictures of me and you?
Are they already gone?
Cuz baby, mine are too, yeah.
We faked it the best we could, and you
Walked out of my room that night, and you
Said something along the lines of
“It won’t last forever.”
A thousand hours of waiting.
Entropy's got me drinking.
Stay awake without blinking,
I begin tripping now.
Too stressed out so I'll take a nap.
Sleep’s the only constant I can rely right now.
Thought I would have slept it off by now.
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Game of Pricks
01:26
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