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[trustkilltrust]

"we're all that's left
skin's torn away and
it's breathing on its own
it's breeding in me
there's no soma here anymore
and the system's insensitive
and the system's all part of real life
cold and affraid
cut up and renamed
I sold the sermon
the wings for their birds
I said all I could believe
sick and shattering through the words
if it comforts them then
it's all I know and
it's all that I am
it's breeding in me
there's no soma here anymore
I watch the scabs forming over you
and I can't help but feel at home
in the comfort of my cuts and welts"