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A seething spoon Tingles my insides It's clearing the room In shape of insight It's bound to happen So very soon I don't feel like laughing But I'll inhale the fume Sweet feeling Sour taste It reels me in It feels great I can only wretch I have a Choice in the matter Black tar seeps out, gets reattached If you weep you'll f*ck your downpour out Digestion of eyes, gouge me out and start to cry Let the lies clothe You and consume Withdrawals, spill Out all the sweat I burn the rope at both ends I'm dilapidated