
cave in - bottom feeder lyrics
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long walks with my temper
take me down a dead end street
in contemplation;
where do we start at the end?
before i could collect myself,
i’m vacuumed in by a figure’s armspread
with fiery gasps of iron-air,
cornered in my circle of friends.
won’t he speak to you?
emptied on the floor
were the sh-lls of my defenses,
placing in his own
bullets of condescendence.
those people shafted me
of my social weaponry.
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