famine
drown me out with these noiseless sounds
every single disinfectant abounds
in this claustrophobic, windowless space
let life be nothing but a useless waste
please, i beg of you
make every sadistic rumor true
there's nothing i can do
besides what's meant to be
your hunger won't subside
sipping on a tall glass of cyanide
are you hungry, ask your mother
she tell you, no more draining your brother
but you need it
but you crave it
that sweet metallic taste
shhh
quell your desires
trust me, they won't spread like wildfire
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