Copy the bad bits, fire the anguish
The world becomes blue again
I'll leave you bruised and bleeding
And junior under the kitchen sink

I'll speak with my fists 'till you beg for silence

My family in me, sore adrenaline
World becomes shit again
Six pack and a misplaced suggestion
Life becomes shit again

Rest never comes easy
How can you mend on the steps of coming horrors
(dumb grave for the words that never come)

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