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I bet your
summer set
that you sever heads so you know that you’ll forget.
I bet your
summer set
that you sever limbs to get rid of your mess.
It seeps on through, right into your room,
and it moves the way you said you wanted to move.
It speaks, and it steals, takes your hands off the wheel.
You’ll never need control if you can’t really even feel.
It gets in,
right through your head,
just to poison all of your circuitry and stems.
It tells you
to reinvent
You eradicate, don’t you know it’s all pretend?
God we’re too young.
I swear I won’t let it happen to me.
It’s pulling at the fabric.
You’re purging through the lattice.
You’re always wasting your worth.
You’re always thinking the worst is happening.
Before you gets to the chorus,
you’re already wondering why you’re not happy here.
God we’re too young. I swear I won’t let it happen to me.