Failed every period
Did baroque badly
Afraid of blood
Dream was too lonely
I chose keeping it together
In these Ikea white walls
Of my post-[?] silence
But only desire is real
I must find some kind of art form
Where I can cool my tongue
Back from the underground
Back from the underground
There are multitudes
There are multitudes
In the doctor's office
Speculum pulls me open
Spacing the space
Accidental sci-fi
Regulating
My aperture
Some people find it painful
But all I feel is connected
All I feel is connected
There must be some kind of art form
Where I can cool my blood
There are multitudes
There are multitudes
There are multitudes
Don't be afraid
It's only blood

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