man,
my soul is so hoarse
yeah from screaming
"survival's remorse "
yeah because I can't seem to divorce
the noise of the dead
in my head
yeah i feel like i have bled
but i'm still alive
in my earthly bed
but no matter how hard I try
or cry out
I'm still filled
with real guilt
under a quilt
of quiet
but don't you buy it
i miss everyone
who saw the sun go down
yeah when their bodies went
underground
and leaving me grieving
for more
or less
rest
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