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letra de chapter viii - sufferer

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all the lines on the table are squirming like insects
let’s lean down and inhale them and let them decide for us
let them writhe in us
let them feast on whatever they find

i’ve been told to cope
i’ve been told to cope

you should try therapy, try getting out of the house
change your sleep schedule, try working out
try to schedule a doctor’s appointment
the pills they prescribe you could really help out

you should try mixing those pills with some whiskey
you should try harming yourself just to feel some control
you should lock all of the doors in your house
tell your friends to f-ck off cause you’re trying to cope

take what you get

all the talking
all the effort
nothing worked
nothing’s better
all the pills
all the liquor
meant to close my wounds tore them open and left me for dead

it’s hard to swallow and it never ends
full up on medicine but always on empty
it’s always fighting and it always wins
i’ve given up but it’s relentlessly kicking

i’ve been told to cope
i’ve been told to cope

take what you get

it’s hard to swallow and it never ends
we’ve exhausted our options
took advice that was offered
meditated, medicated, chemically altered our heads
it’s always fighting and it always wins
we’re sedated at best
why try to deal with emotion
when you can remove it and trade it for rest

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