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love a good scare,
ghost nervosa.
sustain spiritual pain,
pain that has been preordained
and I don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind...
subject to grow,
conditioned to
appeal
any trace
of good feels.
C.O.D.,
fun lover's
nine.
and
i don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind…
yeah,
i don’t.
unstable ground -
ah -
educates a goddamn
sad mountain,
blow it up,
and
i don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind...
yeah,
i don’t.
ah…
hit the backstairs,
pretense threadbare.
mark a meadow
with necrosed
border
lines
and
i don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind...
no,
i don’t.
i am torn.
i was born
with a
predisposition
to superstition,
the no hope kind...
indignant pair
fucking up a high chair.
that’s friction
with the kids
and i don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind.
thread gruesome tears.
good looking remains.
captain Baby
torn up for the
dopamine.
and i
don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind.
no,
i don’t.
i don’t
mind…
i am torn (i am torn).
i was born
with a
predisposition
to superstition,
the no hope kind...
i don’t mind
when it looks right through me.
i don’t mind
that the end is looming.
i don’t mind
when it’s all consuming.
i don’t mind…
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Pilfer,
released November 26, 2023
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