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Ambivalence

from Chronic Instigation by Much Worse

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Keep digging, never fitting
Still drifting a sad city
Shape shifting; am I convincing?
Without a doubt, I’ll live without

Your tongue, your eyes, your breath
And my death
Won’t mean a thing
Am I obsessed?
Or am I possessed?

Dragged down in my hole
Your face is there I’m alone
There’s no fun, it feels so good
Wouldn’t help it if I could

Your smell, your taste, the waste
Of my shame
Doesn’t feel like a thing
For your own sake
Break from my poison pain

I can’t fall asleep
To simulated sheep
I can’t rest in peace
Between these screens

Missing person full distortion
I’ve been converted to human portions
Can’t heal mental lesions
Still scarred from your invasions into

My head, my bed, your thoughts
And I’m lost

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from Chronic Instigation, released September 9, 2015

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