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Arlo Disarray Apr 2015
There's this insect that festers inside me
And it lays all its eggs in my shell
Multiplying until there are millions
And I have no poison to repel

There's a whirlpool that's holding me under
A tornado inside of the sea
And it's ripping the limbs from my body
Now leaving me an amputee

There's a hole in my skin, and it's tearing
So much dirt and disease crawl inside
And I'm rotting away til I'm nothing
My head deflates and I drop my pride

And this taste in my mouth makes me *****
I drown in a puddle of my sick
I'm in love with somebody I hate
But I guess this is what my heart picked

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