Nothing (The Rat)

Break me into something worth it
 More than the heads of statues
 Even if the trend reconciles itself
 I'll still wake up wishing I didn't
 So maybe instead I'll choke on these anti-anxiety pills
 So I don't have to swallow the flavor of life floating away
 In your hands against his chest or my head on the bathroom fucking floor
 But every morning is a clean slate
 And my back starts to break, my face starts to change
 Alignment of the way I act and the way I am
 Because in my mind it's an emptiness
 Multi-foliate
 An abundance of layers buried out of necessity
 A laundry list of accomplishments
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 Control the crisis
 Stage the disease
 Sell your soul to
 Words that mean nothing