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By Old-World-Blues, New Freedom, PA

There's a spear in my chest, digging deeper in me
And it won't come out, it eats at me
And it pierces my heart, it eats at me

There's an alien in my stomach, growing in me
And it's unfamiliar, it's breathing in me
And it's alive, it's breathing in me

There's a word in my head, pulsing in me
And it has a body, it's killing me
And it's shaped like you, it's killing me

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