Chokebore It Could Ruin Your Day
This room is full of blank stares, eels on the balconies
and when they scream like hawks, man I listen patiently.
There's too much dust in the air, this little room is
killing me. But I'm not feeling any less alone. I'm not
feeling any less alone. She spoke through the holes in
her hands, foreign words that frightened me and my scars
make you clean, you're duller than I'll ever be. I spoke
through the holes in my hands but you won't even look at
me, but I'm not feeling any less alone.
