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Always in the dark

A warm crushing pressure that never changes

Always a solution

Never solid, never lucid

Seeing the world as it is

Stop everything

They had to build that fucking wall

But it won't keep

Anything at all

Out

Through the clear glass

I see

What is waiting

They have strapped me on to this funeral stone

With the voices that keep reminding me

None of this is real

None of this is fucking true

Crushing

Pressure

Breathe

Breathe