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Piss Dimple
03:56
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Grant me a taste of your disease
Spit directly into my mouth
With that gimp smile
Speaking volumes
Of resignation
To your vomit-inducing form
Shove your calloused, deformed nub down my throat
I need to feel your trauma deep inside of me
My secret place, inside my head, it all comes undone
I reach between my legs
You can barely get it up anymore
That part has never mattered to me
I know exactly what I need from you
Did it hurt when they cut it off?
Or did you enjoy it?
Did you bask in the warm waves of pain?
Getting used to the pangs of nausea?
Are all of the anomalies becoming the only reassurances you have left?
You reach for me in your nightmares
with your phantom limb
We both know what you are without, it’s all I care about
A perversion
An obsession
You know that I consider it your greatest asset
You’re an amalgamation of everything that is wrong in this world
All that is broken
Loss
We both know your body is like an economy in failure
And babe, I’ll keep throwing money at you until the day I fucking die
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2. |
Body Temperature
03:42
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I kill to become you
You are my victim
Because you are pure
I kill for body temperature
Frozen peripheral neuropathy
I can no longer feel you
But you will be mine
In time, you are mine
Forever
I kill to realign
I wish to absorb you
To live under your flesh
To be clean
To be right
I kill because I want to
Because you doubt
A spinocerebellar whore like me
Could do this to someone like you
You laugh at the prospect but
I will end you
I laugh when I think about what I did to you
I enjoyed every fucking minute
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3. |
Credo
02:57
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You don’t know me
I am not your friend
I don’t know what gave you that impression
If you see me, look at the ground
I am a ghost in your world
I’m not telling you again
This is a warning
Beware
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4. |
Morning Wound
04:17
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Escapism as a form of affection
Even when I close my eyes I can feel my disfigurements emerging
My head is too heavy for sleep
The oozing
The subtle sting
The infinite burning
The bandages
Life pours out of my sutures and gaping incisions
My real self is a part of my past
I cannot feel my face
I cannot save myself from my thoughts
I am as much of an invalid as I am a parasite
Flesh, the ultimate interloper
Organs as spheres of influence
My body is colonized and turned into the birthplace of disease
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