Lyrics
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I wonder sometimes
If I’m uh
Bed of thorns
A predator parading
Rotting wood
Suckling from
My mothers wirey form
So incapacitated, elevated
Still negated, excalative, innovative
Meanwhile my father
Shoots the gun
And I grow up in powder smoke
And no one knows me, no one knows
No one knows me
No one knows
Umbilical in suede, killed of milk
And still un-paid
Wounds of fraud and filth
That fade between my lips
That spill and crave’n
