This song describes well how I've been feeling lately. It's by a band called Model Engine (formerly Black Eyed Sceva) that I really enjoy which is no more. All good things must come to an end right? Well, thankfully not ALL good things . . . Suture Today's the day I draft my swan song borrowing heavy on the theme of the 51st Psalm I'm reticent, I am ill-secure I'm a bastard son in search of suture Here's to reversing the pole of my aum magnate it's attracted the worst of times I've had yet Take back this sin disease I don't want it Brought my temple down and left it haunted To be broken and have the wounds heal crooked The patient remains ill and looks it What resurrected what I had put to death showed me the prose but not the poetry of the flesh When your father figure is on temporary lease You keep your heart strings on the short leash To be broken and have the wounds heal crooked The patient remains ill and looks it To be broken and have the wounds heal crooked The patient remains ill and looks it . . .
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