GILT - Seattle Day 2

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Crawling around and buzzing inside There’s nothing but filth, by design Drill a hole in my skull Drain all the loud thoughts out Don’t stop ‘till I’m gone Maggots feed on my doubts What is left? What is left? The carcass cannot decide What a waste, what a waste This life was not my design Rotting on display Crushed up under the weight Seemed to have been misplaced Trapped and petrified Parasite It takes and takes ‘till there's nothing left Parasite No defense against cordyceps Parasite I hear its voice beg you not to go Parasite Wish I was strong enough to die alone Past the point of no return The whites turn to murky gray Walking dead start to burn Wicked intentions they cannot stay I am gone! I am gone! Everyone is listening Survived by the misery I’ve sunk way too deep These thoughts, they make me weak I’m past the point of no return And admit defeat
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