| Can’t survive another come-down day
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| When the spirit houses so much pain
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| So much bitterness, so much bitterness
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| I need to teach myself to feel again
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| Somehow I lost the thread of being human
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| Rotted in this bitterness, too much bitterness
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| I’m so confused, what is the function of this ego-sickness?
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| Uselessly beleaguered by self-hatred whisperings
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| I can’t deal with mourning at the carcass
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| Of my failures any longer
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| Slipping on my own vomit while I
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| Tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo, but I was
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| Too drunk to formulate any sort of Earthly language
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| So much bitterness, too much bitterness
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| Other people can say there is a true belief system
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| But all my life I’ve been betrayed by my mother’s religion
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| So much bitterness, too much bitterness
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| I’m so destroyed, what is the purpose of this ego-sickness?
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| Uselessly besieged by self-aversion whisperings
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| Man, I can’t deal with mourning at the carcass
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| Of my failures any longer
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| Any longer!
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| Can’t seem to get the saddle on
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| The spoils of this morbid fugue
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| My mantras of subhuman nature
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| Just a baleful ululation
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| The ink’s dripping all over me!
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| The only regret I have is caring!
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| Are we posing, are we props riding the anger till it stops?
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| Father, will we starve today? |
| Father, will we starve?
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| Father, will we starve today? |
| Father, will we starve?
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| No my child, there are wild women here and a crafty fish am I
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| No my child, there are wild women here and a fleshy catch am I
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| Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow?
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| Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground?
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| No my child, you lay your head upon a monstrous felony
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| No my child, you’ll rest your head upon a gross misdeed
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| Father will I cry again, crossed the earth to fight
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| Father will I cry again, a victim of abuse
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| No my child, don’t be the world needs more distinction
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| For awful retribution is the singular delight
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| It’s hard to sympathize with those that won’t fight for themselves;
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| I can’t hold both our faces off the flames much longer
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| The child of our struggle is free
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| I’ve fallen out of love with the prisoner
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| What’s to save us? |