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letra de the collector's unconscious - midi bunny

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[verse 1: beatrix angelica]
i’m obsessed with love and i’m addicted
i’m obsessed with what which i’m admitted
i’m l-st blinded and afflicted
and every single illness is self inflicted

when i was young my parents were working
i had to raise myself by web forum lurking
i hurt myself and i started going blind cause
i pressed my face up against the screen light

and as i grew i forgot how to talk
i forgot all my friends and forgot how to walk
i’d meet with the cats and get down and crawl
down the marble stones and hallow halls

i met friends with two legs and hands
but i drove them away with naive dеmands
so i decided i was to be thе only son
never to realize i was the lonely one

[verse 2: beatrix angelica]
i looked at paintings and became obsessed
with those who held the brushes they must have been blessed
by some kind of possession beyond me
but the beast in my heart soon awoke by breeze
i felt such fear and i went and hid away
i climbed up storm king to the highest cave
and i wrote bad songs and was s-xually groomed
by people who’d never let go of their youth

watching shadows on the wall of dramatic lives
g-y teen dogs in autumnal bedrooms
and i memorized the colors forgot they were lies
i thought there was importance to the color of my eyes

and i fell in love with pinks and blues
and i wore short skirts and loved untrue
and i lied about my age to get s-x
and i was writing completely ridiculous text

[verse 3: beatrix angelica]
and love is like a movie trailer
i could never afford to see
i only ever felt the high points without
any of the buildup and any of the soundtrack

and i’ve never broken a single bone
and i’ve never ever not felt alone
i never considered there might be a god
i never considered there wasn’t a god
i want to be grown up so bad
and i want to be 13 so bad
and i want to live the perfect life
and i want to live my life without the sad parts

can’t let my flesh get too tender
can’t let my h-rns get too long
can’t be fit for slaughter
i have to know i’m wrong

the cats told me that gods were them
and i decided i was their friend
so i became a cat

[bridge: beatrix angelica]
i don’t want to die
in the middle of nowhere
[?]

[outro: beatrix angelica]
the collector’s unconscious
go call a doctor
the doctor of art

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