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the weak You check the spelling for nothing, nothing You sent yourself the flood All of this time bedsore containment Where am I now that the music
Leave me here In my lonely carcass shell Pull it down Push it up Bedsore's leakin' At the sides Roaches swarm Hoard it all Live your life In a hole
the clouds I know tomorrow's a chance it will shine I haven't seen much of myself lately Though blisters and bedsores and wine But if I'm worth anything later
waiting for ? Can you tell me That you'll fuck me untill I'm bedsore I know you want me Bad bad bad bad bad If you let me I'll be Bad bad bad bad
give a shit I’ll be better off with a bedsore I don’t wanna know if things will ever go my way I don’t wanna hear all the things that people have to say
clean my bedsores and I'll be fine I know I swore that I wouldn't decline But there's a war and I was drafted by my mind Close and open the same damn
weekend in a hotel Broke it off when she got shirty She was twelve and he was thirty Right after that he was bedsore He wouldn't go out with girls no more
with a London girl Dirty weekend in a hotel Broke it off when she got shirty She was twelve and he was thirty Right after that he was bedsore He
and saddles You're gone So long Day's great Go play Playwright Blindside Before Bedsore Deep grill Sit still I'll cook A big chook
bedsores Fathers' resentments Hadda be the rulers Wanting law and order And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo Wanted junkies
open-shut of the abyss I don't have to turn for bedsores But I understand nothing Nothing chases me And I can't recall the faces I am standing in jelly-muck
She bound my wrists in vines and holly leaves But all I wanted was for Christmas to leave me be My bedsores were filberts burning along the fire My
gotta keep pressin' on, with this nonsense Spitting non-speech Moving and reaching I swear I can't sleep in But these bedsores said more and bred more
the bedsores of the fourteenth gazelle of the final millennium, confronting those who would bring you contagious diseases and unsolicited spiritual guidance, you
the bedsores I've accepted my mind is a whore Thinking aloud Hearing it come out backwards Thinking aloud Can't turn off Cannot Can't turn off Please help
have to worry I got my virtue and i got my vice I got bedsores - aching ligaments galore Now that's a tiny sacrifice
Author, void of interest Writing hollow fictions To mend passive aching Muscles atrophying Bedsores stretch across my limbs Resting compound
like a moth in a flame Playing all the lame games As they get played High scores and bedsores Too far to catch fame Ring, your alarm rang One day you
another sip-dipped in week's pay Of a chardonnay bottle, cracked on the floor Another bed-sore who-for we've been leaving poor
a landlocked lullaby For all the bedsore-ridden souls of the midwest Somnambulant or sleepless, I can take you where you want to go And I ask for nothing but
I wish I read more not said more Put down the bottle and bled more Bedsores burn me down my lazy back When I'm sliding on a dirty t-shirt
was below the Labyrinth A walking savage A Minotaur So Basically save your breath Because you been a bore My flow is nasty like wide vagina And bedsores
in crevices Laying in squalor awaiting death Copious lard rolling like waves of the dark sea I am the pig that I am rotting within Bedsores bubble
Doctors, they study me Treatments, they bloody me Here, with the laughter and strife Bedsores are bleeding And thin hair receeding He told me the blood
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