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Who the fuck are you?
Here’s a fucking clue—
The space in between
My boot and the curb
Bound to blindness
Tied together to
My heart
Ritually summoned
Right on time
Plagued presence
Playing god with ants
Call me by my name
Smiling as they squirm
Bleeding all the same
A bug—I’m born to die
Misfortuned to be alive
Do you remember how we used to run?
I can see clearly
Patterns repeating
Do you remember how we used to smile?
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I’m looking like your child
Is that enough?
Your burnt hair in the hallway—
I cut it off
Keep me quiet
Keep me safe
Your hard nails from the file—
I’ll bite them off
My chest is filled with wires
Nobody can hurt me now
I never had a candy shell
No smiles manicured and fake
I never had a candy shell
My bruises never really fade
Keep me quiet
Keep me quiet
Keep me quiet
Keep me safe
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boxcutter - stray
05:41
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cold concrete, matted fur
distrust in the common man
don't stand so fucking close
you don't know where i've been
i hope my name tastes like blood
i hope it sticks to your tongue
i hope when it rains it floods
i hope enough is enough
every home is just a place
that hasn't kicked me out yet
everyone is just a potential mark
for me to sink my claws in
it's getting colder it's getting dark
i am all that I've got
scared shitless, cornered in
i am all that I've got
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Carpe-ing the diem to realize my fate
Online surveys determine my death date
Moving forward to inevitable roadkill
I don’t know how to pick a favourite colour
Do I strongly agree or agree?
I’m tired of trying
I’m tired of trying
The conflict between the way I think and act—
I’m trying to find my way back
Constantly drowning in this stream of consciousness
Wading in the tides of time
Wading, repeating
Repeating in my head that I'll never be the same
Misery made me
Live, die, again, again
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You’re building a case for me
You’re trapping me in the case
And you say
Just relax
As you carve your name into my back
Just relax
That’s just the way it is
That’s just the way it is
It’s all my fault
Cut off my hands
You’ll still drive
With your knees
And your fingers in my hair
Cut off my hands
And I’ll clean
And I’ll scrub
With my tongue and with my girl power
Cut off my hands
And you’ll still drive
With your knees
And your fingers in my hair
Cut off my hands
And I’ll clean
And I’ll scrub
With my tongue and with my girl power
Tell me my plans
And you draw the line in front of me
You draw the line in front of me
Tell me my plans
In the kiddie pool for nannies
Placebo for my agency
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it's the itch in your bones
it's the cut in your mouth
it's the feeling inside
it's breath clawing out
grab the knife edge
pull it inside
feel cold steel
feel tongue tied
as long as you cut flesh
you know you're alive
as long as you draw blood
you know you're alive
as long as you take breath
you know you're alive
punctuate, reorchestrate
you know you're alive
if not for nothing
live for revenge
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