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The world is a malnourished utopia
A bath in bat blood lotion
Pores too clean
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Baby I’m too anxious to exist, okay
Every compliment is fake
But there’s a simple moment
In the glottis
Where I was finding your voice
Outstretching to mine
Wrapped around my vocal chords
Like a 2nd spine
Captivating me
I could never flee
You're my siren
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I hate looking at myself
Every single day
The man atop the ladder told me pay the pain away
Simple fix and cure to make everything okay
Baby I’m too wired to exist, okay
But there’s a simple moment
In the larynx
Where I was finding your voice
I was lost in the jungle
Every single day
Cutting my fingers off for an invisible master
They’re leading the way by millions
But I wish I could go faster
Every day the same thoughts spewing out of other people's mouths
Makes me feel like my head's a disaster
Momentary lapse of reason
Now I’m plastered
I wish I had clear skin
Maybe I’d be free of sin
I wish I had clear skin
Maybe I’d be free of sin
I wish I had clear skin
Maybe I’d be free of sin