Filter in Everything and Nothing

  • Dec. 19, 2020, 7:46 p.m.
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I wish I could tell you what I’m worth
Compliance, Destruction
Fires are burning out in us all
Water, drenching us in pride

Reckless, hatred
Burn! Your life dislocated
The womb, too cold to carry
Your life too small

relocate, the feelings within
Compliance, restitution
Emotion, not your sin

Reckless, hatred
Burn! Your life dislocated
The womb, too cold to carry
Your life too small

Given up, don’t listen to me
Kill myself, let it go
Pull the plug, knife, plunge it deep
Finish last, laugh at me

Reckless, hatred
Burn! Your life dislocated
The womb, too cold to carry
Your life too small


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