There's a hole in the earth where the monsters hide, deep in the trees with hollowed eyes. I'm afraid to be seen, I'm afraid to die. Open the door let me inside. Why do the mornings still hurt ? Why do the nights get even worse ? The drugs never work. My hands are covered in dirt. I'm living low in the filth on my own. Black out the sun from my windows. Listen to rats crawl around the walls, nobody cares at all. Summer days rot my brains, I can't concentrate. I wonder where you're sleeping as I break. Haven't seen you for weeks, I'm starting to freak. Obsession's got my throat and I can't breathe. Why do the mornings still hurt ? The nights get even worse. The drugs never work. My hands are covered in dirt. I'm living low in the filth on my own. Black out the sun from my windows. Listen to rats crawl around the walls, nobody cares at all. I'm hiding in the back woods. I took more than I should. In the back woods, I took more than I should. Why do the mornings still hurt ? Nights get even worse. Drugs never work. My hands are covered in dirt. I'm living low in the filth on my own. Black out the sun from my windows. Listen to rats crawl around the walls. Nobody cares at all.
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I know... late to the party.... but I read somewhere that this is a mixture of replacements and early GGD and thought I'd check it out.... really like it. Mully
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