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looked around for a car crash
pulled aside for a carcass instead
we got out to take pictures
it was bleeding from its mouth
when i don’t think you can hear me
i can’t speak, i can’t breathe out
i don’t like where i’m sleeping
but i don’t think i can leave now
we counted its ribs where most of the skin had withered away,
some crushed by tires like the ones we drive on
it can’t be long since it was alive last and now it’s not
as you lean down and over,
pinch your screen to look closer,
abstract the form more and more,
it is itself no longer
for website censors rendered,
they would be none the wiser
it is itself no longer
it is itself no longer
play shock rock in the summer
when the windows can come down
like to keep the car running
when you park it in some town
smaller than where they kept you
am i someone you trust now?
i know who you wish death to
and we can work it out somehow
somehow i never asked you
your name or current address
somehow it doesn’t matter
somehow i have no interest
from workplace doxxing efforts
shielded by holy water
we are ourselves no longer
we are ourselves no longer
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i did something bad
i think i did something i shouldn’t have
underneath my bed, in my head and my pockets and bags
i’m doing something bad
everything i have is stolen swollen in the open now
you let it happen again
and it gets worse every time
thought you knew how to say when
thought you drew some kind of line
in the sand
the foundation is flooded
my days wasted scrubbing
the stained walls meant nothing i guess
so what else is left?
open the vault, take it all off your chest
put it all on my shoulders
it’s all that i'm for
i don’t think that it's you in this room anymore
i did something bad
think i did something i shouldn’t have
i don’t want to lie anymore, please don’t cry, don’t be sad
i’m doing something bad
everything i have, i stole
i’m sorry sorry sorry
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step into the office
what is the harm in just
10 minutes of talking
so we can address the problem
that’s what you wanted, right?
how come you look so tense?
it’s best if you’re honest
enough with the questions
lay back, open your mouth
what’s that on your molars?
easy, settle down now
i’m sure that you know we’re
only trying to help
you’re making the whole thing so much worse for yourself
why try to pretend?
we both know the secret lines in your head
want all of us dead
we can’t read you clearly
not as of yet
encrypted, embedded
into the mesh
why try to pretend?
we both know it’s easy to circumvent
a seam down your neck
a dream of connection beyond the flesh
it seemed like the next best logical step
right? liar. liar
couple of crossed wires
caught in the crossfire
caught in the crossfire
right? liar. liar
couple of crossed wires
caught in the crossfire
up on the cross-
examination table recalled for antisocial behaviour,
just a vacant pawn, as good as gone behind the eyes,
give it a rest, you know everything
we’ve known this since we started
we’ll get the truth, could pull it out of you in one of two ways
abyssal cults coming from fabricated cultures
cutting circuits from the sculpture of pixel of judgement
struck by error codes inside the skull
expelling the puppeteer
consult the front desk ASAP to correct the procedure
artificial construct
jungian simulacra
i don’t really care which one of us the tulpa
i know where you come from
splitting like a couple
wipe out every line of code to further reconstruct us
infoatomic bomb
i’m the ultimate hazard
the end of the world dot com
i have all the answers
and you can ask me for answers
so ask me for answers
ask me for answers
ask for the answer
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