Bolo Santosi - POST-MODERN VOMIT MACHINE | Текст песни

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• POST-MODERN VOMIT MACHINE

I’ve, got plenty of dead skin to get rid of,
my fingernails
and the roots of my hair.

SHED

I watch your movements
how could you be human?
You’ve been forging the stones
to chip at my bones,
lover, ex-lover.

WHERE. DO. YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU DIE? CANT WASTE TIME
WHEN YOU’RE DEAD.

There is no promise,
just live your fucking life.
Suicide
is contrived,
stay alive.

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