[Verse 1]
Creep around
See my sun
The burning blinds from which I'm looking from
Pressure grows deeper
It ain't a dream, it's just a fever
[Verse 2]
Hands in the dirt
What's the appeal?
I'm starting to choke on something I can't feel
Splinters pierce my tongue's skin
It keeps me calm when it starts to sting
[Outro: Ethel Cain]
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