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Origami Organs

With nowhere else to turn, I'm driving this defective time machine off a cliff I'm the lead detective but I'm off this case If blankets and pillows can harmonize as weapons, Then consider this a sleep of faith A gas mask couldn't save me from this room you've filled with tantalizing radiation you call a breath of fresh air Brothers from different smothers And I know that life is short But with all this going into my lungs, I might as well take a hit to get there first And I know that life isn't fair But brothers in control together, stay together And in a race to my lungs, I know what could get there first And in a race to my ears, I know you would lay your curse on thicker and cozier than a wolf in sheep's clothing And moving forward without knowing Is looking like my ticket out of this hell hole If your goal was for me to fear you, You won in the wrong way I only fear the that I'll grow further out of this And unfasten this mask And pump my breathing tubes with a heavy dose of ignorant bliss Which we both know is just your poison in lavenders clothing

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