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O.C. Bearheart

O.C. Bearheart

Putrefaction

I guess I don’t have it all figured out after all

I’m remembering all of those days
That you gave me
While I’m dying in all of the ways
That won’t save me.
I’m rotting and I’m rotten
And look where it’s gotten me.
Who could hope to fix wounds that are
So deep and old,
Or offer healing to a heart that’s
So dark and so cold?
I’m rotting and I’m rotten
And look where it’s gotten me.
 
Toxicity is where I live,
It’s where I breathe and where I dream,
And it’s all I have left to give
And all that you have to redeem.
 
I can’t see where I’m doing
And I don’t know what I’m going.
What goal is worth pursuing,
What knowledge is worth knowing,
When the antidote, the thing you need
Is tearing your insides apart?
I’m rotting and I’m rotten...
And I need a brand new heart.
Yeah I’m rotting and I’m rotten
And I need a brand new heart.

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