..a heart that's full up
like a landfill
a job
that slowly kills you
bruises
that won't heal
you look so
tired and unhappy
bring down
the government
they don't
they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
a handshake of carbon monoxide
no alarms
and
no surprises
silent, silent
this is my final fit
my final bellyache with
no alarms
and no surprises
no alarms
and no surprises
please..
(let me out of here)
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