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Fine then, go starve.

In heat you eat your own misery and smile.

Your mouth sewn shut, ears cut, just for you to see.

Break it down.

Burning on the earth,

all my good receipts.

Praying to your God,

a humorous deceit.

Shame to keep me sane,

Fear to keep me near.

And I put in these hooks.

And I don't belong here.

My eulogy will be sung in my own key

Carve into my skin trenches for the line.

Smash the hands of joy, the hook will be divine

Fuck your understanding

Mangled are my hands

From strangling the pure

And learning from the land

Be here now, in a land of monsters

This might be Hell.

I can just tell,

this won't end well.

This might be Hell.

Can't decide if I'm alive,

listening to stories I tell.

Hand to God, I am seen,

cryptic tantric ecstasy

visiting me inside my cell

In the dark, halves collide,

holy work and tired eyes,

patterns clickin' underground

keep my eyes from looking 'round

Must be a monster

Must be a monster

Must be a monster

To live in a place like this