Diseases of the rind, peel it back, spit it out
Bitter peel bitter flesh, peel it back, spit it out
I've finally found a coffin that is warmer than my room
I've finally found the bite of life without collecting wounds
Peel it back, spit it out
You can't stop the water from coming in
You've cant stop once the cracks have formed
Using fiction to function
what's there to believe in anymore?
Using stories to tell stories
of what could have been should have been
Thought I'd take a break from all this negativity
Set aside today to swallow the sun, my sun
and maybe bring the moon down
I've finally found a coffin that is warmer than my room
I've finally found the bite of life without collecting wounds
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