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we are the bitter pill on your tongue
you swallowed us when you were young
we are the drug flowing in your vein
the neurosis sitting in your brain
we are the sex urge that drives you mad
the dark instinct that paints you bad
we are the fluid floating in your lung
the wire by which you're hung
we are the bile that's in your gut
we are the pain that bites your butt
we are the sin that leather whips
the right fist your manhood grips
we are the finger that rotates your clit
the rusted blade your wrist to slit
we are the shard stabbed in your eye
the warm hand between your thigh
we are the chord for the broken song
the heavy thought that is always wrong
we are the stain that spills so large
we are the smell from your discharge

art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling


The song for discharge - C.J. Duffy