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burial gift

from two songs by ennui

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lyrics

Quiet guilt, an agreement of night
“Warmth is mine, what’s right is right!”
Her humid trap – it feels like Hell

You cannot dictate, what I’ll never feel
I’m sorry my body, we’re cold again
There’s a love I want to feel, but it’s not here
I’m sorry your urge to use, I’m sorry I agreed

Man from a boy, man from a boy
A pig from birth, unclean and coy

Loathe my body, I fuck to escape
A man is a man but no one talks about rape

And we try to speak about poison
Unbeknownst to the poison in ourselves
I lament the inadequate things
That drew us together

Arousal, Arousal, Arousal!
Arousal, Arousal, Arousal!
Arousal, Arousal, Arousal!
Through your body, I hate my own

And I struggle to give these contraventions a name
Unsure of what to feel in these half-hearted anxieties
Staring at a tunnel of ceilings, present but not present
Filthy inside you, but nothing left inside of myself

Walk with me through the valleys of nothing

And it hurts to know
Pacifying
As it is unnerving
Uncertainty
That all of the good
is slain by insatiable - lust

Torch every inch of skin that can fuck
Born again, I erase your touch

You took everything

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from two songs, released May 4, 2022

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