Down at the station
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We question our rations
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Wut you seem satisfied with the little recieved
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Fractured appetite with bismuth pink on tap
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Ascetic limbs gone tight and your lips are clamped and grey
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Crash your appetite erasing every mark you make
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Standing in the corner while you're working up your mantra
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'derail the train the train the train derail the train'
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Take the time to hesitate
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While what's glistening on your plate
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Goes dry and cold and not in your mouth
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Alright you see your programmatic mind surrenders appetite
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And you crash yourself all over the place
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Snake ingest 40 times their body weight
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But you you emaciate
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You crash your shit all over the place now
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Open your mouth!
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Guilford Fall
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Fugazi |