I don't know why I sit, staring at tiny lights
I'm searching list after list for some sort of redemption
Hope digging up the past can save me
So I cut out my voice
slap the cords and flesh into a wooden pail
dump it along with the blood and all the worthless fucking words
I'll cover myself in them and crawl into some dark space
someplace I won't have to
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