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Dead Body

from Cope - Self Titled by Cope

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arbeit macht frei

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lost in population breathless you scratched the inside raw
something wrong with mom and dad no healthy pink bourgeois
alpha male your broken mind's too sick for my attention
your every word and action my reaction : detestation white sky in one eye and death in the other
pitting hunter against mother against souther
catching a scent for the keeping
trying to control the bleeding
exhausted already cut, crippled and weak
biting through the tongue so it never reaches the cheek
disgusted with everything just about to divide
cutting yourself open just to see what's inside
a lack of self respect and afraid to break his own trust
breathing in deep tasting dried blood and dust

because this is how the machine runs.
and it runs:

spending too much time measuring obsessed
self defeat is pleasuring so you don't get depressed
colors bend and change before they leak through broken skin
handled rough with careless hands not knowing where they've been
nature killing nature machines vs. machines
people killing people killing everything in between
totally obsessed with the miserable
sick with dead minds and the pitiful
but i couldn't ask for more

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from Cope - Self Titled, released August 1, 2009

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