The bearer of burden returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety.
It remains to torture me until I breathe and don't scream.
It stays to chip away at me until I sleep and don't dream.
Roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue, rendering me still: a quadripilegic in an iron lung.

On my back with scavengers above.
The scent of carrion: rotting love.
Master your fear.
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Shark Ethic Lyrics

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