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SUFFOCATION. Slip the pills down, I've taken eight and I'll take more He tells me to calm down, but that doesn't work anymore He placates me, eradicates me And I'm silently breaking but it's nothing worth caring Cause I'm the underground heathen The bruises black and beaten I'll touch you and make noises, but they aren't sisters to pleasure No end to the suffering She tells me she's leaving We'll see how that goes in the end, when you're six feet in Cause your breath is heavy Your hands on my thighs All strong and rough and tough but you always want my touch And your lips are hungry, your bed is empty You'll admit I'm the only one who knows you like this I'm weaving the webs, I'm injecting words into veins She's oblivious to my Aristotle thoughts, she's made of leather and scabs Our crevices talk, they make strange sounds And I've seen you naked Are you embarrassed? And my tactics. fucked-up love of the game She's breaking into my vulnerabilities And you're so important to me but you'd never know it's true And you're the one I need, but you've walked away, I'm blue I know what you say about me in rooms I'm not in Her mom hates me She knows her daughter can detect what she says, truth and lies And when her daughter is missing at night, she knows where to look I know I'm bad, sick, crazy But you keep coming back, are you addicted to me? Hallelujah

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