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I've bottled up my thoughts now they're growing mold and rot
I can't take it
Psychosomatic
This hurt more than I'd like to have had it
Pull your hands away when you put me on display with my collections of pain
God damnit
I can't take it
Can we really die
Tear me open to see inside
Now you can see inside
Neurotic with a ruined frame
How do you expect me to stay the same
It aches
It breathes
All we ever do is fucking grieve
The things I severed could've served me better but I can't take it
Psychosomatic
This hurt more than I'd like to have had it
Pull your hands away from my collections of pain
Detach and divide
Tear me open to see inside
Now cover your eyes
It wont end when I die
It wont end when I die