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Scabs
by Ratfolk
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I want a holiday from sadness
Like a miracle I don't exist
Like a jukebox in a forest
Playing to no one again
Diagnosed with melancholy
Inherited from the Irish
Like a pornstar in a brothel
I need more than this
Scabs over scabs forming
Armour that's weak at my side
The thorns have grown too far and
I'm bleeding out til' I'm dry
Nature's calling her soil embrace
Yeah I'm washing away
And no one I know gives a fuck
Yeah I've rotted away
And nobody noticed the stench
Yeah well that's fine with me
I'm fighting it day by day
Yeah I'm washing away
And no one I know gives a fuck
A penitentiary for my purpose
In a fugue state I write sadness
Like a royal I am worthless
A queen leper of filth and mud
Diagnosed with melancholy
Inherited from my father
Like a dog that's getting older
I need more than this like
Scabs over scabs forming
Ignorance and snide
Comments, to others joy that
I'm too arrogant to find
It's time to wear another face
Yeah I'm washing away
And no one I know gives a fuck
Yeah I've rotted away
And nobody noticed the stench
Yeah well that's fine with me
I'm fighting it day by day
Yeah I'm washing away
And no one I know gives a fuck
I want a holiday from sadness
Like a miracle I don't exist
Like a jukebox in a forest
Playing to no one again
Diagnosed with melancholy
Inherited from the Irish
Like a pornstar in a brothel
I need more than this
Scabs over scabs forming
Armour that's weak at my side
The thorns have grown too far and
I'm bleeding out til' I'm dry
Nature's calling her soil embrace
Yeah I'm washing away
And no one I know gives a fuck
Yeah I've rotted away
And nobody noticed the stench
Yeah well that's fine with me
I'm fighting it day by day
Yeah I'm washing away
And no one I know gives a fuck
A penitentiary for my purpose
In a fugue state I write sadness
Like a royal I am worthless
A queen leper of filth and mud
Diagnosed with melancholy
Inherited from my father
Like a dog that's getting older
I need more than this like
Scabs over scabs forming
Ignorance and snide
Comments, to others joy that
I'm too arrogant to find
It's time to wear another face
Yeah I'm washing away
And no one I know gives a fuck
Yeah I've rotted away
And nobody noticed the stench
Yeah well that's fine with me
I'm fighting it day by day
Yeah I'm washing away
And no one I know gives a fuck
