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I feel exhausted,
Theres' nothing to me,
I'm barely clinging to my bed,
My limbs are aching,
Down to the bone and,
My skull feels like it's made of lead,
I'm staring holes into the ceiling,
I've dropped my soul right through the floor,
I can't articulate my feelings,
Without these cheap metaphors,
So you see,
I've given up, I've thrown the fight,
Ive given up on getting right and clean,
I'm disappointed,
so fucking useless,
My stupid brain has gone to seed,
Ive lost my will and,
I've lost my focus,
Neglecting all my basic needs,
I've got to get my shit together,
A ball of shame wrapped in dirty sheets,
I haven't eaten in forever,
And Jesus, am i feeling weak,
So you see,
I've given up, I've thrown the fight,
I've given up on getting right and clean,
It's done for me,
I'm laying down, I'm tagging out,
And I don't want to fret about it please,
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We are the rulers of the sewers,
The saviours of the unclean,
We come in riding on white horses,
And we're here to spread disease,
We are the Rat Kings!
We are the Plague!
The Royal Vermin!
And we cannot be caged,
See our knotted tails,
How our fates all intertwine,
Together in our sacred mission,
To unify all rodentkind,
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Did I always have these limbs?
They feel so long and heavy,
I'm not sure if they're mie,
But I know that I can feel them,
Though they're ragged bone-thin,
They're warm and soft to hold,
I could fall asleep right here,
Holding them in tight,
It's all right,
I know what I'm doing,
Oh, I'm in control, so...
Did I always have this blood,
So warm and comforting,
Flowing all around,
Like soup inside my veins,
I wish I could bottle it,
Save it for later on,
I'll never need to be down again,
I'll be happy forever,
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Son and the Father, Servant and Master,
If I am the Father, then where is my fear?
Saith the Lord, O priests,
That despise my name,
And ye say, wherein have we despised thy name?
Saith the Lord, my altar polluted,
This polluted bread, I hold in contempt,
You do not kindle the fire for nought, nor shut the doors,
I will not accept an offering at your hand,
My name shall be great among the heathens,
Incense offered in my name,
A pure offering, but ye have profaned it,
My table polluted, my meat contemptible,
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Sitting staring into space,
Wondering where the time has gone,
Find it hard to concentrate,
On anything I'm working on,
I'm slipping out of phase,
Think I'm losing control,
And I have these fantasies,
These intrusive thoughts,
Hollowed out and caving in,
I trace the tracks carved in my skin,
The runic scars that tally up my sins,
It's all a game, it's all a lark,
I'm fumbling blindly in the dark,
To find the sap, I had to strip the bark,
I keep on waking in the night,
Wondering how I got to bed,
And when I see the morning light,
I'm not sure if I have slept,
When did I last eat?
I'm feeling pretty weak,
I've lost a lot of weight,
Skin's tight against my cheeks,
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