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How does it feel… such life in darkness?
We’ve always known who you are
And how you’ve despised all the treasures
That you could never touch
Pleasure to slang off that beauty
That you weren’t allowed to possess
Stained by the invisible names
You’ve got shit in your eyes

And you wonder…
A handful of coal and wrath
You never slept well at night
But this time you’ll rub off your features
And yawn before you cut off your thumbs
Then bury them in your cell
So irrationally futile
Stretch your neck and write on the wall
“I won’t remember you when you die”

And you wonder…

Why she was so kind…

Now you’re done it again!
You think your mama would be proud?
So ghostly and pathetic, drinking
Eight pints of sweat and bile
She gave you a rope and a square world
You found dreadful sounds and a blurry face
She told you of your despicable truth
Oh she was… so unkind…

Why she was so kind…

Why she was so unkind
I know what you’re thinking!
I know… I know…
I know what you’re thinking!

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