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Hatchet
02:19
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My problems are not currency
Bitterness is often sweet
Count my ribs, spread out on a blanket
Pieced apart with an axe and a hatchet
Hip bones like knives cutting through air
Give aid to your friends when you don't care
Half hearted help still means something
Red heart beating hard in the oven
I fell over
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Fishing Hook
02:15
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Everyone is terrifying
I can't tell if I am trying
To be paranoid
Or if everyone is coming for me
Ever since that night
I can't walk in a straight line
Eyes over my shoulders
Eyes into my mouth now
You've got seven arms to hold me, I trust you
You're not gonna hold me back if I let you
Something crawled into my mouth now
You are pulling with a fishing hook
Greater than the total sum
I am feeling numb
Little like a child
Infant or a muzzle
Do you hear me when I talk?
Is what I say real enough?
You've got seven arms to hold me, I trust you
You're not gonna hold me back if I trust you
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