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Cara Neir
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3,380 Pounds
In some hell dug miles below, I pray As down here, we've all met God Dried mud on the wall, a portrait blessed Peasant-bound in this hole, So I look to the wall And it speaks: 'Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl.' But as I begin to decay my bladder spirals out of control And as I soil my cloths these lashings fall as my back begins to mold Contour to the pain that I don't feel in but outside These tears of stitched lips, I cry out of remorse Eat the bugs I'm fed, Textures of almond brittle Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hug the chains that leave hickies on my wrists Link all the decades before this to fake your mind Mud God, come help: 'Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl.' Through eyes full of dirt you wouldn't see much but shit Not true; our hope was lost before all of this Even in my last hours I find my place and think of you These tears of stitched lips, I don't cry out of remorse I cry for something more...
(atoms splitting, callous thickening, bridges burning, paradigms shifting, something's building)
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