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a continent named coma - discourse كلمات أغنية

sleep off the rot and rise to fall again
this vessel encased in glass
does not budge for man or sea
this prison is made by me

i spit blood and swallow steel
my choice of discourse is no different than the names before me
i carve the face of my fear into my body
and as i whittle myself thin i’ll find my way again

slave to impulse, i watch myself fade
i watch myself from the audience
shame has lost its grip as i watch myself fade away
into distance i watch myself fade

i’ve spat enough blood to fill my cup again
but i’ve swallowed enough steel to claw my way back to my feet
i can find my way out of this discourse or stumble into another fault line

discourse
the home for lost vessels
discourse
my solace in times of need
discourse
in a prison made of glass
discourse
my vices will not make me

- a continent named coma

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