The Red Chord - Mouthful Of Precious Stones

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Fed through the teeth machine. Row after row of dysmorphic minerals
All the things that I have seen, drowning in my reflection
Bleed from sores that reach out to everyone in the room
Touched by sepsis, cradled in a mountain of bone
I pretend not to notice that we belong in the same room
We touch the same door handle and drink from the same fountain
I’m repulsed. Sickening drive to cultivate loathing
I dishonest nod and grin as we pass in the streets
Eater! Nashing pit full of bracing. Tangled in a tortured sickness
Search your soul. Unlock the treatures
Crossing through those pearly gates that exit to that special place
We belong in the same room. Smiling in my reflection
Bound tight by nerve endings and veins; Wound just like nooses
To dissuade my confusion
We touch the same door handles and drink from the same fountain
I am repulsed by this mouthful of precious stones