| My nerves shake half exposing
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| Ohhhh I shake tonight
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| Masked, covered and indifferent to the whole
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| I’m old. |
| Rotting ships
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| I know no difference between interference
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| I shake in an uncomfortable form
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| I’m useless to apologies
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| I’m a slow dive. |
| 999
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| Manic felt. |
| 999
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| I’m a slow dive. |
| 999
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| Pissing wind. |
| 999
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| Eating wind through teeth
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| Which do not exist
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| I eat my food with only gums
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| I taste my food but have no tongue
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| I’m a sad display of pace
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| You’ve never seen such a thrill
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| It’s engrossed just like a worm
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| I’m tongue tied. |
| I tremor while I’m still
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| I’m a slow dive. |
| 999
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| Manic felt. |
| 999
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| I’m a slow dive. |
| 999
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| Pissing wind. |
| 999
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| Eating wind through teeth
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| Which still do not exist
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| I eat my food with only gums
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| I taste my food but have no tongue
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| I drip in surfaces
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| And don’t come back
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| I suck old rituals
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| The pig. |
| He sleeps on a mattress
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| And covers up in sheets
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| My breath pours out my purple mouth
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| And feeds him all his meat
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| My nerves shake like pollen
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| In a cool summer’s breeze
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| I can erect myself
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| But still I cannot leave
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| I’ve watched you come in and out of dreams
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| And I’ve watched for sights overhead
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| But I can’t swear what it is
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| I just look up for someone to help me
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| There’s nothing I can see
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| These usual things
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| Where you lay my comatose
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| I wretch in nervous frequency
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| Propped up against abnormality
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| Its sickness fills up the room |