like a foam filling the mouth of the exempt.
The burdened saw the damage, absorbed with our legs lost to heated white lies.
We remain to pull its frame from the ashen wreck of anxiety,
blown to conspicious borrowed attacks.
We've got the nerve to live so low like this,
with nails bit to quick and teething blood so warm.
The man who keeps sewing needles between his teeth prefabricates every spoken word,
with no weapons to lay in front of me.
Robbed of my skills in social weaponry, robbed.
Impending was the omen, no choice but to sever dead skin.
You reap what you sow to degrees you'll never know.
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Songwriter(s): Caleb Scofield, John Robert Conners, Stephen Brodsky, Adam Mcgrath
Publisher(s): Secret C, BMG Gold Songs, Audio Murder, I Can Hear Music Publishing, Life At Zero G
Record Label(s): 2009 Hydra Head Records
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