The Chord
Depression is the world's most dominant disease.
It spreads its pores during cancer.
She sits on her bed, clutching her breast,
She is full of it,
Here we go now, don't resist
Around and around and around
And don't stop
Don't break the chord
She's lowering her body
Oh yeah, no, don't break the chord, death.
Don't, don't, don't or pain settles in.
I can feel and see Him oh!
Don't break the chord!
Watch me! See me!
Don't drink! Don't sleep!
I remember when I was a child
I used to cuddle right up against my mom
So lovely, what a scene.
When I wanted nothing.
I had no money, look at me, but I was safe with mom.
I had no worries about God or death because mom was with me,
And I am sleeping because I'm so relaxed
There's nothing left.
The pain, the pain, the pain-
Don't break the chord, bump, bump
Thump, thump!
Thump, thump!
Thump, thump!
I want mom, need her. Why cancer?
Don't, don't, don't break the chord!
I'm so hollow now.
My lungs are empty.
My stomach is empty.
Not that I could stomach anything.
My soul is full
I go.
Goodbye!
Thump, thump!
I see myself on the hospital bed,
God save me, amen
Oh, Ascension please come to me!
Oh, Ascension!
Don't break my chord.
I want to want nothing.
Clutch your breasts and go to sleep,
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
Forever,
You are young forever! Death
Don't break the chord! GOD KNOWS!
Break the chord!
Oh, God, the chord sounds incorrect, it has stopped
Beep, beeping.
The beeping... The beeping...
And all her pores from her years ago,
All her worries and weakness
Onto everyone watching her.
At the funeral, at the hospital, at the house.
Her misery has ended,
And spread to everyone else.
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