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[“Home”]
In space, home
Retreat, home
Hole, home
Lying, home
Savior, home
Never, home
Again, home
When sick it’s not my face
[“When I think I’m nothing but roots”]
Bury inside you
All that you can,
All that you’ll ever try to be.
I can’t make sense to my eyes
Who I’ve become, who I’m not, who I want to be.
All my sleep is wracked
By intrusive thoughts further deadening me.
All night, violated by doubt,
Auguring voices I know I should trust.
Appalling choice, falling faceless
How could I change when I think I’m nothing but roots?
I spell bury with my heart.
I speak down, I am undone,
I am unbound, I am unbound,
I am a failure.
Why mend fate hollow?
Why send fate to know inside?
O, end the cycle.
O, end, end.
[“A Happy Life”]
Inside, you might be free.
But hell is here and hell is now.
You’ve never been anywhere.
You’re just nailed down to the dirt.
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