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from Mute by Catchers



In the slowest of ways,
My head thick with blood,
I can just about strain to step down,
The morning has nearly come

But I don't want to be here where nothing clicks
So I just push my head under again

There are so many ways,
There are so many ways,
To dig your own grave
And take root where you feel you're safe
And waste away

I'm set deep in my ways
Apathy come smile on me now
Come smile on me

Just to shake me up sometimes I scream at nothing in particular
And I will make this body bleed


from Mute, released June 21, 2019


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