a heart that's
fill 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
belly ache with
such a pretty house
such a pretty garden
no alarms and no surprises [let me out of here]
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