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Stomach Ache
02:55
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Are you done with me yet?
Are you done?
Who are you to think you can devour my spirit?
Who are you to think you can devour my spirit?
Suffocate this spirit!
Are you done with me yet?
Are you done?
Who are you to think you can devour my spirit?
Who are you to think you can devour my spirit?
How does it feel?
You can’t swallow me
Too big for your throat
I’m a weapon
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2. |
Colonial Hotel
02:40
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Blissful and beautiful
The expense of fallen bricks
Hello to your stolen building
Hello to my cocaine haven
Ignite
Sickening pastel gleam
Ignite
Disgusting pastel gleam
An Anderson fantasy
Sharp cut corners, white doors to burn
America’s next top model
America’s housing model
Push out those you give charity to
Kill those you give charity to
The poor homeless
I stole your home
I took your life
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3. |
Sub-Atomic
02:01
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4. |
Bug Teeth
01:28
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Bug teeth scrape, grind,
Pull against scab
Ripping up wounds
I didn’t know I had
Compound eyes
Look back up at me
A thousand reflections I don’t wanna see
Peel off my skin
A fragile body
My chrysallis
Self-conscious adolescence
Ripping layers
I didn’t know I had
Compound eyes
Looking up at me
Reflections I don’t want to see
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5. |
Rupture
03:37
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Not your saint
Apprehensive to
Sordid manipulation
Product of a year of forced blithe
Let the manic swell
You wanna see the color drain from my eyes
Don’t treat me like I’m sick
I’m recovering
I don’t wish to speak on my pain
I lived nestled in your flesh
I want to forget about living inside a body
That only wishes for me to be dead
You said you were king of this home
I don’t wish to claim your place
I want to let you have it
Choke on these words the way
I choked on you
That painful blow to the curve of my skull
I still hear the fist crunch
A little snap that whispered,
“It wasn’t me that night.”
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6. |
Ghost
03:28
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Where do your fingers trace?
I hear nothing where I walk
I don’t exist here
Half-hearted heavy floating
I don’t exist here
Half-hearted heavy floating
I’m not a poet anymore
Writing different stories to the same trauma
Shivering through silence
You asked why I did this to you
I don’t exist here
Half-hearted heavy floating
I don’t exist here
Half-hearted heavy floating
I feel like this
Forcing myself into clean cut shapes
Bodiless, bloodless
Bodiless, bloodless
Skin does not attach to another
I’m aware that this is my existence
I’m dying
I’m dying
I’m dying
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