Lyrics:
was nothing that would explain The pressure on my chest My fluttered heart My constantly being out of breath And neither the sonography, nor the lung
was a misfire It left us howling to ourselves Jackals bared at their own reflection Does God speak in sonography Binary bent into the yield c dialogue
Can't see my pain in the sonographies I meditate up in the knowledge trees Accent of mine derived from model C's Blessed with the life with the minorities
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