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becoming a bog - axe maniac lyrics

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my apartment looks like cr*p
every day is an opaque fog
mac and cheese room temp in my lap
thinkin’ ’bout becoming a bog

no muss, no fuss
advantages numerous
settle in for the big inert
i will turn myself to dirt

lie covered in soil and seeds
dump lukewarm water in my face
recline on a couch of tweed
plant feet, stare off into sp*ce

peripheral vision fades
focus on the everglades
mentally i’ve left my home
tall grass and marshy loam

two weeks, i’ve been dead*still
haven’t quite adhered to the floor
neglеcted to pay my bills
cops burst in through the front door

landlord complained of a smеll
tossed me in a concrete cell
you might think i’m a gross schlub
or maybe a sapling shrub

- axe maniac lyrics

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