.It's time to spill out all those words
You kept bagged up in that skin of yours.
Pretend they're sharp, pretend they hurt,
Pretend they left a big fucking stain on the floor.
We kneel with dirty rags,
Stopping blood like heart attacks.
All we know is how to clean the mess.
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