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Dripping Pain
October 18, 2002

Cold room
Walls painted black, otherwise blue
A wooden stool
Sweat, piss, shit dripping from the ceiling

Hatred sits between these hollow walls
Binding me to another colorful lie
And out spills a violent symphony
Of dissonance
Of indifference
Like red paint across your face

Strangled by your words
And dynamic sonic rage
But I'm just fine
I can see
Now that I've left you behind

Bloodstains on my hands
Afraid of my own face
How do you like that
Dear father, dear mother, dear brother, dear sister?

Run away dear friend
You can't save me from myself
Take what you can from me
And tear me off the walls
Hopefully then I'll have helped you breathe

Is this anger a gift
From father to son?