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Washing your blood off my hands
In the La Quinta sink
Tangled in the Ithaca nets strung above my abyss
Lies two dogs
Trained to bore holes into the Dean's List

Sitting around tong tossed
Patience now lost on
Fucks I must give
You rest in the sieve

If you’ve got the S.O.S
For mental melanoma
Time for a good hard look
At your dosage

When all my anthropologies capsize
They’ll crack open the Champaign anyways
Looks good to me
(Too much for any cheating hack to handle himself)
Telling everyone I know I don’t know anyone
Cue the symphony of sympathy
Satisfaction that I don’t deserve
The mechanics of the earth
Smelling the blood spill though the water
Will soon attach to suck my semblance through my lips
(It’s never been worth it
In seven years I’ve pissed away
To convince myself and those around my
Matter matters anymore than they do)

A pattern of uneducated guesses
(Oh pitied saving face
Was too true to be good)
And vain successes
(It’s all been one big fucking waste
It’s all been one big fucking waste)
If I could go back in time I would tell me to turn back
Before I couldn’t even if I wanted to this bad
It wasn’t there
The promised answer when
I’m realizing everything’s
Inertia from the versa of devices and the tyranny
Of forces I don’t understand
Wave across the street with my exfoliated hands
That none of you could recognize so all you did was laugh
And when I turn 82
Will I struggle to spin the world around my carcass
Like it does for you?
It feels stupid when I laugh when I go on fucking living
When there’s kids out there today that never will
And irregardless of the fact that they were murdered
The headline simply states that they were killed

If we were switched as babies
You’d make better use
Of all that I have squandered
To reaffirm my long-devoured youth

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from The Bottled Air and Its Perpetual Prey, released September 28, 2022
EXTRA VOCALS FROM DEALERS OF GOD, JASON ALEXANDER, AND DAVID LYNCH

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