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Abhor
02:41
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Walled in frustration, the repentance lent to you
The name you were given, when you were born
I'm not the same, guess I'm finally coming to
I felt profane, well I guess you could have sworn
I saw I was a million things at once,
I felt we were where we had been before
I felt I was on the edge of my luck,
nestled in with all the things I love and abhor
But hey, you are the worst
take it simple, easy, baby
as you load the hearse
The body is loaned
for arguments from family members,
the written will no one remembers,
so burn the body we'll cook from the embers
You saw I was a villainous thing at once
You felt I was where you had been before
But now you're lying on the edge, but you're stuck
Ribs broken, with all the things you love out the door.
Called in sensation, the romantics were all skewed.
The veins you were given have all but torn.
I felt inane, and I probably looked it too.
I felt constrained, well I guess cause I was born.
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You look like home and feel like safe
telephone lines on the hill
mirror your hands, and legs, and waist
keep laying here, lay with me still
At least the dead don't leave their graves
I'll learn from them and lay and wait
Melted wax and coffee grounds
the grounds keeper keeps his nightly rounds
Making sure it all stayed still
You wanted hope but it looked like rape,
ceilings you tried
flooring that's cracked
you begged for blue but it faded black
At least the dead won't leave their graves
You'd feel much better in your resting place
Pills and hash and pistol rounds
the gatekeepers want their favorite nouns
they're gonna make it all stay still
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