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Ulcer

from Medusa by Erin Incoherent

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My body is a broken home
empty promises keep the place filled with black mold
look into the pillars that grow strong with defeat
this foundation is old but kept warm with deceit

My body is a broken home
the echoes sound angry, they belong to the ghosts
through the windows come drafts, of secrets long-kept
mark these halls as the arms covered up with scar beds

and the carpet was torn up
to serve as a shortcut
for people who'd rather have an easy way out
and the faucets are all rusted, don't try them, just trust me
the last living occupants died from the drought

no grass grows here,
cause the land can't be fertile when watered with beer
and the tree branches above
were cut down when they died from neglect and no love

My body is a broken home
break the bread, epitaph, now we'll all make a toast
cause the high-beams run crooked, like muscles grow weak
and they moan with the wind, so you never get sleep

My body is a broken home
and I'm sorry if I'm not the very best host
I've had no chance to clean, since all my friends left
they destroyed the front yard, left the whole place a mess

and the parking lot's vacant, just empty space wasted
or loneliness just dying to find its way out
and my heart's just an ulcer, not a furnace, an imposter
I spend my time hoping that the pilot goes out

leave me alone,
cause I'd rather live sad then be struck with your stones
send a notice to evict
lets demolish the house of this sick little kid

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from Medusa, released April 11, 2018

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Punk rock singer-songwriter in South Philadelphia.

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