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Get the sinking feeling
you're behind my head again
and the more i weed, the more it grows
and here i am, hung by my toes
the time spent set in cement
spent wasting my time
when i could have been pulling it down
It's my release
Held down, entangled
it's a web of my own making
and this desolation's shaking me apart
build it up, paste it up, stick it up
stuck up. fucked. such a shame
my defences have become my own restrictions
My love
talk to me
it's a bone orchard
you cast your shadow
on my heart
it's a bone orchard