And let my words wash over me
Droning fingers squeezing the blood out of my body
When the goal was to get through to you
But that's the only hope
We're ravenous, vulturous,
We live on a deflating ball spreading humours
Like jam on bread from knives, sipping
Wine from ejected bullet cartridges
Who am I, who are you, who are we who
Feast on the fallen and pay for our souls with interest
Carving trenches into mother's back
[...]
I tried to make sense of my self
I think that's the first mistake we make before we realize
Not everyone has diamonds pouring from their wrists
If the ocean ever runs out
Just siphon the blood from my heart
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