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Hypochondria

from Foundations by Triacs

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lyrics

Sulfate paraben monotryglicerin
I am the refuse of your drugs just
Bring me, to the clinical I'll shoot it up and we're on our way to an
Orchard porous tortured forest
spray me in the dead crop fields
Empty, this shriveled husk and I'll scream my name as you dry me up
I'm sick, and I'm tired
But I'm burning with desire
They love me, but they all know
I'm an ill-suit for life
I'm nicotine, I'm a GMO
I'm an omnific joke
New policy, our history
I'll always be the same

Cowshed altar, force-fed slaughter,
Slice my gut and drain my blood
Bring me, to the butcher shop, scrub me clean and apportion me to the
Selfish glutton, glorified mutton
I am the product of your lust just
Fuck me, with your fork and knife and I'll scream your name as you carve me up

You're sick, and you're tired
But you're burning with desire
You love me, but I know
You won't eat what's insane
I'm spinal cord, I'm CJD
and you're omnivorous
New colonies, our misery
Will always be, always be the same

It felt good when the needle pushed inside my skin
But have I gone too far to be felt within…
Is this working, am I hurting, doctor am I lying to myself believe me
I can't even tell if I am breathing...
Am I speaking to you in this nightmare you call my dreams
I can't even think about a way out
There's no doubt that I'm damned inside my feeble brain

(All you know, all you feel)
But can I know where my heart is, oh can I know you? Can I feel you? you, you you...
(Is there anything)
Is there anything I can trust behind your eyes?
(Oh no, oh no...)
I'd rather feel the cold embrace of the ground below me
(return to the earth in time)
I'll be autonomous as my body returns to the earth
Return, return, return, return

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from Foundations, released September 18, 2021
Eric Anderson - Solo, Drums, Vox
Jack Christensen - Bass
Elliot Cross - Vox, Guitar

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