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Now, fear feels safe, and
Fear comes in a bag, and
Fear is a belt that was worn by your dad

And you outta know it, yeah
You should have known
What you were doing when we were alone

And you outta know it, yeah
You should have known
What you were doing what I now own

Now hold the terror up
Up to my eye
Or shove it down my throat before I say goodbye

Give me every rose you’ve stolen
Give me back the will to sleep

Hi Mom!

I’ve been sewing, self-made stigmata
Closing my wounds, closing my wounds
I’ve been gnawing a tongue that is rotten
But I don’t know whose, but I don’t know whose

Well, who’s asking the questions around here, anyways?
Who's asking me how I spend all my days?
Who’s asking me who, and what I am?
Its surely not me, I just want to understand.

I just want to understand
Please, just help me understand

Drill into my skull
Pull out the world
Drill into my skull
Get a mouthful

My bitter soul will not be yours to take

I told you:
“too much rope, too much dope”
All I could say:
“too much rope, too much dope”

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from What People Do in the Privacy of Public, released May 27, 2020

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Sylvia Haynes New Jersey

a musician trying to score a film larger than she can comprehend.

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Kentucky Wonder Records
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