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all these years misinterpreted. my mental so typical. 
the instruments are so cold. strapped to this table, this slab burns. tighten the clamps, i can barely twitch. your essence is more to cringe at. 
hit rewind so i can do it right this time around. 

tunnel vision straight into the wall. 
i heard the screams and cries across this country. i lost sleep. i felt the injection and i lost the pain. 
pestilence i. ved into my veins. 
cities to salt, the greatest societies crumble and you keep screaming in my ear.