and im tired
instead of resting in peace im resting in pieces
playing backwards in my head that record with all the things we never said
and i would be lying if my lips didnt betray your name
all the same i should stop pulling my punches and show you some pain
but ive bled all that bad bile away and all thats left now is this stain
how serious
a defanged beast has a funny grin finding gaps within my chin
reaching in just to begin
pull something wet and warm from my head sleeping in this waterboard bed
its not considered torture if you like it its only considered torture if you run with out side kicks
but its okay im not alone i got multiple personalties and none of them home
working my fingers to the bone expecting answers from a wall of stone late at night i can hear you moan over a turned off telephone
poison is your new name when playing this old game time to be cruel to the useless old frame
try and demean me i have no shame to me it all feels the same
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