Outside the moon is on the wane
inside this girl is going insane
her hair's a matted image of nature untamed
her child's just a carbuncle that a tryst ordained
and while she scratches for coal
i stoke the coffers that i've gained
i don't foist the poison
it thunders down like rain
pain
it...
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A song about the futility of the 27 club, the romanticism of addiction and the stigma of mental illness. I'm frozen solid by the fear inside of myself
and if silence is golden i breathe midas and little else
compulsion misbehaved
shackled and enslaved
and i can't breathe or help myself... I...
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