welcome to my scattered remains
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the words can't pry
the gridlocked teeth in my mouth
my tongue has already bitten itself
and i can't shout or yell out
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LA is too sour for me to say
with s*men slathered teeth i'm stained
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cease your breathing
that mumbling behind the mic
failure will result in a searing of a space
between mind and skull
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he tried to look past me
but his eyes stunted along my body
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they look up to domed doomed ceilings
hoping their cries will funnel into the ear of some god
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