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not breathing

wake up and get dressed
we're making our escape
we're correcting their mistake
please, wake up
please, move
i can't let you leave me now
there's this hole right in my stomach
and there you are, waving
holding their hands and crying

oh, you're not breathing

sleep in your pills and wake up
im shaking you
why aren't you smiling?
why can't i seem to feel your blood?
what have they done to you?
where was their mind?
in the mud
in the mud
on their need (greed)
on their need (more more)
in the drugs
in the drugs


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