The weight of a body when your soul leaves is a hundred pounds soaking wet. I wish this lasted longer. I wished this lasted longer when I watched you live.
I can't wrap my charms around you with a hundred-thousand watts that rot me from the inside, just grit my teeth and limp, indifferent. Cold logic, it all makes sense.
No answers, no cure for cancer. All they left me with are the appendages I've severed picking up my shit. I've made my bed.
The weight of a body when your soul leaves is a hundred pounds soaking wet. I couldn't wish this shit on Hitler. Scream it: Bloody murder. My guts are soup on fire.
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released December 21, 2019
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