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like the backside of a bulimic's teeth (number 1: bats = bugs) - disclaimer lyrics

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it’s like being punched in the face
over and over and over
i wish we could be erased
and taped over with p-rn
because my ears are gushing
it’s the long, hot rush of a concussion
my head drawn on a spirograph

so this is what it’s like to rot
like the backside of a bulimic’s t–th
to curse the time you chose that wrong door
like the spiders we swallow in our sleep
and watch yourself crash into things
because you’ve just let go

secretariat pupates
everything’s weird and incorrect
possession? obsession? fate?
select all that apply
it’s too late now for facts
i’ve moved on to the sickness
so i’ll pop some blister-packs
while you start your post-navel drip

breakin’ up is hard to do
but breakin’ down is easy

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