Turn in My Throat

this is not a voice
 it's a vehicle of starvation
 my windpipe rotted through the floor
 my face was wearing thin before
 it's hard to tell since nothing ever worked right anyway
 it should be pretty clear from everything you hear that
 one must need not know how to
 sing to share a point of view
 lucky to just make it through this far alive
 there's less and less on my chest wouldn't trade the world for any of this
 wash the road off my clothes turn in my sore throat and release me
 you think it's inside your skin forever
 it's ironic true catharsis comes with last ditch efforts
 a scribbled message on the toilet when the strain overtakes the ambition
 it's probably time to give it away
 there's less and less on my chest wouldn't trade the world for any of this
 wash the road off my clothes turn in my sore throat and release me
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 these eyes are seeing double
 so maybe it's time to pull over to the side of the road and let it all go
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 there's less and less on my chest wouldn't trade the world for any of this
 wash the road off my clothes turn in my sore throat and release me