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A seething spoon
Tingles my insides
It's clearing the room
In shape of insight
It's bound to happen
So very soon
I don't feel like laughing
But I'll inhale the fume

Sweet feeling
Sour taste
It reels me in
It feels great

I can only wretch I have a
Choice in the matter
Black tar seeps out, gets reattached
If you weep you'll f*ck your downpour out
Digestion of eyes, gouge me out and start to cry

Let the lies clothe
You and consume
Withdrawals, spill
Out all the sweat

I burn the rope at both ends
I'm dilapidated