Beautiful BonesMature

Messed up soul

Right is wrong

And wrong is right

Food is bad

Starvation is good

And the hunger pains

They’re great

Mean I’m doing it right


Pat on the back for me

So we’ll forget the rest

Feeling ill



Because I’m getting what I want

I’m becoming bone

I’m finally seeing the bones

The beautiful bones

The End

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