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my entrail doesn't speak she's the quietest in my body some say i'm just too shy some didn't know what was just happening my stomach sharp and confused when i taste my own i taste sour some say i'm just a little bit ill some doesn't know what has been happening when i'm weak i can buy junk food all i want i can walk in the streets and face the boys in the stalls still, my entrail doesn't speak she's the quietest in my body so forget the sweat, forget the spit i'm saving my eyes for the street i'm harming my earth for my heart i feel the most calm when i drive fast my eyes become a black hole as i speed i swallow traffic accidents like religious scientist across my window a drive thru fast-food restaurant my entrail doesn't speak she's the quietest in my body my eyes become a black hole as i speed to a secret cult i must be guided i swallow traffic accidents like religious scientist
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Ode to the Mild Ones
my entrail doesn't speak she's the quietest in my body some say i'm just too shy some didn't know what was just happening my stomach sharp and confused when i taste my own i taste sour some say i'm just a little bit ill some doesn't know what has been happening when i'm weak i can buy junk food all i want i can walk in the streets and face the boys in the stalls still, my entrail doesn't speak she's the quietest in my body so forget the sweat, forget the spit i'm saving my eyes for the street i'm harming my earth for my heart i feel the most calm when i drive fast my eyes become a black hole as i speed i swallow traffic accidents like religious scientist across my window a drive thru fast-food restaurant my entrail doesn't speak she's the quietest in my body my eyes become a black hole as i speed to a secret cult i must be guided i swallow traffic accidents like religious scientist
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
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