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lyrics
Eight folds of cardboard roll down to the street from stow. Ramp reels and cables pull, incline contractual. Shall I weep? Porcelain splayed out in a sick white smirk smashed under feet. The little teeth, they’re biting at my soles, they’re grinding out a hole, they’re cutting through to me, the porous me. Would you eat what I eat first? Would you sleep where I sleep first? Would you follow me? Well, I’m not sure what’s worse. That I owe you an honest love, not what I am: fragmented replica.
A cold key to trip the pin, a slight turn to burn the past away. Electricity ignites, the engine roars and pulls away the empty cavity. C’est la vie, so long. Apprehensive bon voyage. Going, going…
Shall I weep? C’est la vie. Raining saccharine thoughts over me. No, I shouldn’t weep. I can sleep at night, growing in this life, not aging idly by.
In my new bedroom, this feels alright, alright? In my new bedroom, this feels alright. Alright, now.