the city makes so much noise when you record itthe streets have secret voicesif they don t shut up your head will get dirtyso you block out the humdesensitizedit s not healthybut the city s like a miniature bodywith miniature versions of our universal problemsif i could make dorm rooms and stadiums silentmy record when played will make the whole world more quietmy ears are ringingthings deaden mei wanna keep my tissueseyelashesand intestines cleanbut i can t thinkopen for businessinfectedevery particle pulled in a seperate directioni gotta find away to keep the noises outsideonly one holy hunger will i obey or recognizethis body s mine as its owner i seal iti ll find out just what this piece of shit is capable of feelingfood is disgusting it s what they make shit fromyou re vomiting backwardsget poisonedget canceri wanna make a record instead of taking drugsbut with the tone of the roomit s more quiet than it wasi m so out of breathungracefuli m always runningnow can t stop chasingthis something inside of me that doesn t exist yeti ll need to be aerodynamic to catch iti can t get comfortable in this messless than the sum of my influences arrestedweighed down by the bullshit my blackhole s collectedsuck it all in distractedconflictedpatheticbut i will make myself into the shape of a weaponi ll burn off the fat until i m all sharp edgesconvey my veins contentsno nonsenseno questionno excessi very much prefer an early exitsensible rebellionthe least embarassingnot flailing my fistsi m not coming apartand when my body stops movingi won t be shockedi ll know exactly the causeand just who s at faultfood is disgusting it s what they make shit fromyou re vomiting backwardsget poisonedget canceri wanna make a record instead of taking drugsbut with the tone of the roomit s more quiet than it was

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