keep. calm before the storm. carry on your ego like a torch
not waving but drowning. in the dirt. sink before you can swim
i have learned to get a grip on the little things
press on harder than eject on a broken tape
mix me up something i can barely drink
send in the clouds. so i can float away
everything you ever wanted to know about violence
two weeks and counting. spent drinking. all alone
i put the past on the ground and watch it all disappear
don't bury me in the rain. i don't want to melt with you
there's no conceptual shark or sea i could not part
'tis the season in hell. give me a reason not to kill
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