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(My Body is a) Landfill
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Swallow the poison, watch me drown
ignore the cynics in this town
choking on my insecurities.
I’ll wear my colours on my sleeve
a bruise that’s absent without leave
crack me open and I won’t bleed.
of all the machineries we built
yours was the one that left us stunned;
a faded paperback, well thumbed.
Sticks and stones might break your bones
and concrete shoes will sink the soul
let's put this flight into cruise control.
because we're heading for a crash
of jagged metal, nettle rash
the engines stall, the structure groans.
and my body is a landfill, so fill my head with junk
my heart is not an Airfix kit, my bones are not made of stickle bricks,
my heart is not an Airfix kit.
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Wax Futures Telford, UK
The best thing out of Telford since the M54.
Slacker post-hardcore pop nonsense from the English Midlands.
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