NOT A THREAD
Mouth full of heartflesh, nothings for free
Those that go easy, eat themselves like a disease
So many cancers, self-serving the need
Machine made motives, nurtures addiction to greed
And it will crumble beneath hands and cold feet
And the bigger the mouthful, the deeper defeat
Everything is quiet down here

DROWNING SUITCASES IN THE RIVER
Wait....
You promised me something and now I got nothing
You can play the shepherd and I will play the sheep
And into my life and out of my life and back in my life you’ll creep
Because I still see it as simple and you got nothing to lose
If we live in the past you just make it last...
And then leave me again when you choose

1 MILE FROM SUICIDE
I start a conversation
My head bleeds frustration
She just keeps on talking
I wish I was walking
So fucked how I perceive it
I know that I don’t need it

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