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27-11-35-21-46-14-27 (TW)
let's talk about the elephant in the room
the swollen eyes that stare from my walls
the peeling paint that's perfectly intact
and the black ink gushing from the fixture
empty smiles with no teeth, all just tongues
phonetic emphasis on stinging gibberish
i don't know why, but i'm taking umbrage
the carpet's fingers are grasping my arms
and holding me down against my own will
i'm sinking in deep and i'm sinking in deep
the lights are so bright but i only see sable
what the hell is wrong with me, 33 days
i'm fighting the shadow of my reflection
the disharmony of lights bitter flickering
i'll just let the carpet eat me alive tonight