Sacrificial Therapy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short song about feeling "sick" and mental illness. Feedback is appreciated, thank you

Submitted: January 31, 2009

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Kill the lights and watch them bleed
a crucifix in therapy
i need breathing room
in a private tomb
watch my heart beat through a plastic display

I've got a vacant ribcage that
is full of blood and heart attacks
a fake smile blooms
in your headaches womb
I don't care
I don't care

My heads a case of melted glass
I'm lost in hell without a map
drowned in my seeded wound
for some dead excuse
pass another bride-for-a-day

I've got a vacant ribcage that
is full of blood and heart attacks
a fake smile blooms
in your headaches womb
I don't care
I don't care

I'll take a casket full of pills
or a pillow full of drugs
or another shot at love
but theres no sense in fixing me
I wouldn't be the same

I've got a vacant ribcage that
is full of blood and heart attacks
a fake smile blooms
in your headaches womb
I don't care
I don't care


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