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buff-muffin · 1 year ago

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This is a Drabble I wrote that was originally going to be the start of an actual fic where Mike meets Charlie’s ghost and the two recognised each other and start catching up and helping each other out in their similar goals. But I haven’t had time to really write in weeks and I know after the movie any motivation for this story is burning in the pits of hell. So instead take this:

A drabble based off Micheal Afton getting ready for a work interview after being scooped. So uhh yea, CW for. Um… Grossness and mentions/ suggestions to body horror :)

It was morning. It was piss-fuck early morning. The ancient, dented alarm beside his bed blared with a static screech, almost unfamiliar with how long it had been since he had needed to listen to its shitty morning song. Already, all Mike wanted was nothing more than to curl up back in bed, back into the soothing lulls of sleep where he could simultaneously forget and remember everything terrible about life. With drowsiness weighing his arms like led, he tried to shift ever so subtly to get comfortable, though all it did was drag his mind right back to reality and awareness of his body. The first thing he noticed was his skin, he quickly became conscious of how it was sagged, almost like it was melted and stuck against the soggy old, torn mattress he still hadn’t found time to replace. It wasn’t like he could feel the bumps and spikes of old rusted springs that snapped through the fabric. Not through the tingling numbness that plagued his own dead body. So it was on his… eventually to do list. He had all the time in the world after all.

With glaring awake-ness back into his body, he could do nothing but pull his flesh off the drying liquid that stained the fabric of his mattress and wake up. With a slight stretch and a disgustingly slow peel, he pried himself free and pushed his legs over the side of the bed. Only now, sitting with his back so badly hunched he might completely collapse, did Mike even open his eyes. There was no sleep to wipe away and no light to adjust to. He was just, awake, back in the world of the living once again. It was only when his brain caught up did he look over the shitty apartment space he called home.

It was a studio apartment bathed in darkness from the closed curtains. The living conditions of this run down place was the definition of unliveable, which made it perfect for him. There was a leak of some kind of liquid in the kitchen. He didn’t really have an actual roof as little bits of asbestos would rain down if ever his upstairs neighbour stomped too hard. There was mould in about every corner. A roach infestation and probably a termite one too. But rent was dirt cheap and the old fuck daring enough to sell this piece of shit didn’t care how dead he looked, as long as he paid rent.

It was a good deal. A good deal for someone who can't die of any of the health code violations going on in this place.

Finally shutting off his alarm that only seemed to get more distorted as it screamed, Mike let the reality of the day wash over him. Right, busy… busy… With a resolution about as strong as his endo supported spine, he finally pulled himself up and away from his resting place. Heh. He was in nothing but a pair of boxers despite the November weather, not like he needed to keep much warm after all. So with slow, lugged and lazy steps, he dragged his boneless corpse over the piles of dirty and stained clothes and across to the bathroom; the only other room of the house. What were all those clothes stained with? An orangey-browny sometimes greeny liquid that would leak out from his scars if he laid down too long. Whatever it was, it was also on his bed and a bitch to wash out. So really he planned on throwing them all away eventually too. It was also on his never-to-do list.

The bathroom was no better than the rest of the house, if anything, arguably worse. The walls were caked in black mould and the floor painted with even more laundry that made little mounds to walk on. Under the sink was completely ransacked for its chemicals, the shower curtains were brittle with age and mould. The whole place smelled like mildew and the humidity was so bad fish could breathe in here. Even the appliances inside hardly worked. The water pressure in the shower was so dog-shit it was enough to make God cry. And half the time his sink water would be brown, just cause. Even the counter was covered in junk. But at least the mirror still worked besides the slight permanent fog.

Mike didn’t bother closing the door, and looked himself in the mirror. Skin was still as gross as ever. Hairless, purple and a little bit saggy, maybe that was a normal sag? He liked to think it was a normal sag. Like old peoples faces just started drooping once they hit eighteen. Because that’s definitely how it worked. The fact he was an adult now is still a weird one to come to terms with. So much time had passed. So much time he hardly remembered… he hardly remembered…Enard- Staring into the reflection his dead white pupils blinked away thoughts as he was dragged back to reality, right… busy busy. No time to think about months of his life lost to being a flesh puppet. Waking up a little more, he bared his teeth at his reflection, looking over them with a dull exhausted interest. Yellow and stained but unchanged, one would have thought he might have lost them a long time ago but nope. In fact they weren’t even rotting anymore now that he didn’t eat. Score. His tongue on the other hand… Was looking a bit worse for wear. He was no mortician, he didn’t really know how to make it stop rotting, he would just have to hope he could still talk when it fell out.

His eyes were a different story, no longer did he have his fathers diluted blue irises that made him shiver looking in his own reflection. In fact he no longer had eyes at all. Instead his eye sockets were bathed in darkness, with little white dots deep inside that worked as his pupils. Yeah besides his organs they were quick to toss out his eyeballs to make sure they could see when using him like a living animatronic suit. It was a little freaky that he could stick his fingers in his eyes and feel around the sticky and dried flesh. He didn’t like to, but it was kinda cool in a fucked up sort of way. The idea made him want to vomit. And wanting to vomit reminded him that he didn’t have organs. And THAT reminded him of shitty things, so he usually didn’t poke around unless something got stuck in there.

“Fuck. fuck fuck fuck. Interview. Ok, interview. Fuck-I gotta shower. Ok no it’s fine, I woke up early for this I’m still on time.” Trying to snap himself out of damp and depressing thoughts, he slapped his hands lightly on his hollowed cheeks and ignored the gross slapping sound that came from boneless fingers on sewn up skin. Reaching a hand past the slimy and brittle curtain he grabbed a knob and random and spun it a few times. The water dribbled and sputtered before finally coming out enough that he could actually fucking clean himself with.

It took a while believe it or not. Trying to shower without getting water in your stitches that are literally all over your body fucking sucks. Cause then he’d have to drain the water out of his empty body and if he’s unlucky have to do the stitches all over again. And the shitty patch work that covered his body spoke for itself that he can't sew for SHIT. The only upside was that he didn’t have any hair at all, he didn’t have to worry about shampoo or conditioner; just a light scratch to his skull did the job. The only things he actually needed to do was scrub off the remaining residue from his mattress that had plastered itself to his skin. Well, and wash away the smell of physical rot with nothing but a cheap body wash he bought just for today. Actually he bought some other things for this interview too.

Other things being, makeup.

Ok yeah-it sounds a little stupid, but when your skin is a beautiful shade of undead purple, and you're heading in for a work interview at a childrens’ entertainment establishment. The best you could do was just look a little living, ya know? So, once Mike was padded dry using the one clean towel he still had, he wrapped it around his waist and left the bathroom, retrieving the makeup he left out, along with the only nice outfit he bothered to keep clean. Bundling everything in his arms, he returned to the only mirror in his apartment and dumped all the supplies in the sink to get dressed first. His clothes were simple, and styled a little like a homeless man. A pair of long baggy jeans, the only pair that weren’t ripped intentionally or by a robot. A turtle neck that would do a good job of hiding some scars that decorated his freak of a neck, and a purple flannel he stole from his fathers leftover stuff. I mean was it really stealing if his mum was gonna sell ‘em anyways?

When he looked in the mirror it felt odd. He never did look right, no matter what he wore. But the fact his skin now matched his fathers obnoxious plum coloured clothes was enough to make him shiver. As uncomfortable as the flannel made him, it beats trying to thrift at three AM. The last details of his outfit was still stuffed in his pocket, a pair of mittens and an old grey beanie that had been with him through many winters. Thank fuck for the cold weather giving him and excuse to hide more of his corpse skin right?

When he was finally dressed and drowned in deodorant to mask the lingering scent of death, he turned back to the musky and foggy mirror staring down at the products still abandoned in the sink. Foundation, concealer, some weird palette thing that he spent ten bucks on, an egg sponge that was probably important, and one of those weird also kinda egg shaped brushes that seemingly every woman owned. He didn’t know jack-shit about makeup. He was a freshly twenty year old guy with a sister that went missing before she could become a teen and actually get good at this bullshit. And a mother who never had a chance to dress up. The most he was going off of was when Elizabeth would beg and cry to cake his face to look like a bootleg clown. But that was when they were both children.

Alright, makeup, he could do this. Basically like half the population wears this shit, can’t be too hard. Ok first, foundation? Or would concealer be first for him? He does need to conceal like… everything. Maybe if he layers foundation enough it will conceal all his issues? He could probably put concealer on next if needed. Using the sponge, he started smearing his face in what felt like skin colour paint. One layer made him look as if nothing changed. So he added some more, then more. And when he still looked a little bit… freaky, with a purple undertone he added concealer. And well… he didn’t look… terrible?

Well, he still looked like a clown, and his eyes were still glowing lights in pits of darkness and he was still bald as fuck. So like a horror clown from hell. But his cheeks looked less dead and he looked passable for a living human, if only just a little uncanny. His face looked as flat as a paper plate which probably didn’t help. Looking down at the palette thing he was sure he had wasted his money on, he could feel himself cringe. Not what he thought he would be using art class for, but at least it wasn’t a complete waste.

Using the brush, he shaded from jaw to cheek and along the sides of his nose. He even added little highlights just to seal the deal on the idea of being alive. He wasn’t going too over the top with this, it’s not like he was going out for a tea party or some shit. He just needed to look alive. All around, makeup took an hour and he ended with a presentable face and a new understanding of why the few girls he dated were always running late. It was satisfactory. So, deeming himself done, he washed off his hands and the sink that had been splattered in spilled concealer. Once all the shit was dry and his black towel was newly dawned with fresh skin coloured stains he finally walked out of the bathroom to the rest of his decomposing house.

Finally, he pulled on his tattered beanie and dug through the remains of his backpack. The thing was old, rotting and falling apart at the seams. A large stain still sat at the bottom from a particularly rotten apple from high school. But now it was filled with everything he would need for today. Definitely expired meds. A fake resume, that was basically fucking empty besides some good words from a volunteer place he had never actually worked at. Fake ID, for a Mr Jeremy Fitzgerald. Surprisingly, when he called the place, they didn’t have that many checks besides explaining that as long as you had a clean criminal record you would be fine to work.

A particular stain on that shiny old record of his rang in his head. There was no court problem besides other parents complaining about the trauma their children went through. But he was sixteen, and arguably had it worse at the time. So no real charges were pressed, just a note in case he became a deadbeat in the street or something. So they could tie it all back to the trauma of the biggest fuck up of his life and throw him behind bars anyways. But it’s fine, that wouldn’t matter. Jeremy Fitzgerald was a fresh out of high school teen looking for honest work between his studies. A blank slate he planned on tossing away once he got what he needed from this place.

Once he figured out what his father had planned.

With a new found resolve, and his double check done, Michael Afton pulled on his glasses and gloves and slugged his bag onto his back. He looked back to his bed and resisted the urge to collapse on it before he pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind him. Jeremy Fitzgerald had an interview for the nightshift at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. And he couldn’t miss this chance.

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bittwitchy · 2 years ago

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Melanie Martinez - PORTALS - Sentence Starters

Change pronouns as necessary. Feel free to combine or separate as needed. Content Warnings for: Death, afterlife, reflections on negative past relationships, period talk and kinks (moon cycle), guns, sexual situations, drowning, etc.

DEATH

“Death is life.” “They’re carving my name on the grave again.” “Their flowers are fresh and their faces wet.” “My body has died but I’m still alive.” “Look over your shoulder, I’m back from the dead.” “Sayin’ all the same things.” “I’m gone this time.” “Your words mean nothing, so take them back.” “Meet me here across the plain.” “The other side, I’m not far.” “When you aren’t around I sink into the ground.” “I try to pretend I’m closer to you.” “Never understand it.” “You’re always on my mind.” “I cannot help it.” “I don’t wanna be carrying the weight on my shoulders.” “Death has come to me.” “Kissed me on the cheek, gave me closure.” “Immortal by design.” “I’ll be meeting you here every time.” “Back from the dead.” “They’re saying my name in their prayers again.” “I flicker the lights so they understand.” “I won’t say goodbye, I’m right by your side.” “We’re screaming and pleading this separation ends.” “Doing all your witchcraft to pull me in.” “Burning all your sage to connect our line.” “I show my presence, you run away in fear of ghosts.” “I try to talk, the barriers are too strong.” “Please don’t ever worry.” “I know it’s morbid.” “But we all die one day.” “I’m back from the dead.” “I’m back.”

VOID

“In the void.” “I’m spinning around the corner.” “I’m tasting kind of lonely.” “My mind wants to control me.” “There’s rotten things left in me.” “Injected by society.” “No one here but me to judge me.” “Pipe down with the noise.” “I cannot bear my sorrow.” “I hate who I was before.” “I fear I won’t live to see the day tomorrow.” “Someone tell me if this is hell.” “I got to escape the void.” “There is no other choice.” “Tryna turn down the voices” “The void ate me.” “Look at the mess I’ve done.” “There is nowhere to run.” “Holding a loaded gun.” “Like a priest behind confession walls, I judge myself.” “My eyes are staring at me, they seem so damn unhappy.” “Collect my fickle insecurities.” “Turn them into beauty.” “Alchemize the dark within me.” “Kneeling on a metal grater.” “Bloody like a body that has died.” “Tangled in my own intestines.”

TUNNEL VISION

“Follow the tunnel into the portal.” “Lay all your burdens to rest.” “Drink from the fountain, death’s holy water.” “Watch as you’re put to the test.” “I make them panic.” “It’s satanic how I bend my body.” “You can look, but you can’t touch.” “I’m not just anybody.” “Caught in a haze and hypnotized.” “You’re too thirsty.” “Open your view and you will find.” “Stop searching.” “Eyes on the prize.” “Thought the cherry would be better than the pie.” “You like that.” “That’s your demise.” “You hold me like you’re rushing to my thighs.” “Too fast.” "But your focus is empty.” “Tunnel vision, then dead me.” “Honeysuckle and fresh meat.” “But I’m more than that, more than that.” “Playing house to distract me.” “You’re no good at acting.” “Obvious what you’re after.” “They always hustle for the pussy, so they’ll never get it.” “I’ll make them tumble down the hill they climbed.” “I don’t regret it.” “I saw that trick fall out your sleeve.” “I’m so certain.” “You hum a tune I don’t believe. It ain’t working.” “Crossing my heart.” “I’d rather die than be the needle in your eye.” “Show me how far obsession goes.” “Could’ve been more, now we’ll never know.”

FAERIE SOIRÉE

“The blue stars running down my forehead.” “Cold wings flutter when they’re moving.” “Mushrooms everywhere I’m turning.” “Laced with love, intensive grooving.” “I know how to make you go crazy every day.” “Tease your mind and trick you, you really wanna stay.” “I know a way to make you lose your pace.” “If you wanna run with the magic, lose sight of the gravity of weight.” “Lips of sugar.” “I’m breathing the pheromones again.” “Hands are tied and miranda rights mean nothing.” “Led me astray to the faerie soirée.” “Now I wanna run with magic.” “Lose sight of the gravity of home.” “Somewhere on venus, they’re searching for me.” “While I’m covered in the muck of the earth and the sea.” “Scratching my carcass like dogs with fleas.” “I keep leaning to dying in all of my dreams.” “Gather me, all of we, everyone.” “I’ve been the boys and the girls, and everyone in between.”

LIGHT SHOWER

“You are the light I’ve been searching for forever.” “I’ve really never felt the rain.” “Buried in the desert, didn’t think I’d push through the dirt.” “You just cleansed me like a waterfall.” “I’m screaming like a kettle on a stove.” “You cranked the heat up, I was cold.” “My past grew mold around my heart.” “All my anger, sadness, regret disappeared, it’s madness.” “I’m not used to all this water love, it’s true.” “But you made me want to plan out my last days on earth eating you.” “The tips of your teeth fit perfectly in me.” “You’re a shower of light I’d devour any day of the week.” “Baby, cleanse me.” “I was surprised to see heaven in your eyes.” “I never once was treated right.” “You’re what I’m missing in my life.” “As bright as the sun.” “Let’s run into another dimension.” “You make me feel like I’m on drugs.”

SPIDER WEB

“I move like a moth or a butterfly.” “Craving a change in the wind.” “I swirl by all the insects and the flies.” “Watching the cycle they’re in.” “Better off dead than wasting my hours flying where I shouldn’t be.” “Flexing like pricks with their stolen power.” “They’re just who the spider will eat.” “Spinning all your silk and moving all your eight legs.” “To build a web that’ll spread through the world.” “Feeding off your highs and lows.” “Curious to see us struggle.” “No one can leave once they merge.” “I’m hiding myself from the enemy.” “I wish to not be perceived.” “Didn’t ask for this dangerous ability.” “I’m feeling too scared to sleep.” “Better off dead than stuck in a maze.” “The center may seem like a gift.” “Big bite, they liquify the insides first.” “Wrap them tight, securing their spot in the spider web.” “Up all night, bound to their addiction to it.” “Lifeless eyes, they die in the pit of the spider’s web.”

LEECHES

“Leeches surrounded, conscious is throbbing.” “They can’t sleep at night, hold their pillows tight.” “Caught in the river of tears I cried.” “Bountiful harvest, they flock to my garden.” “Push their way inside, I go run and hide.” “They lift all the covers, pull me into their sight.” “Slimy and superficial.” “Straining their yapping to seem official.” “Making it beneficial to their cause.” “How much blood can you draw with your claws?” “From a flesh that’s not yours?” “My hands aren’t yours.” “Gnaw on my bones, no marrow.” “Left to keep you enthralled.” “I guess that is the luck of the draw.” “Let all their friends in, the enemies present.” “They don’t think too hard about your fragile heart.” “They eat off the table you set so you starve.” “Stop all your breathing.” “No, don’t let them see you.” “They find any way just to make you stay.” “Right where they want you, in their piss colored games.” “

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX

“Falling asleep by the arcade.” “Liquor it jumps off your tongue.” “You used all your words for a quick game.” “Blew it all before you won.” “There’s musical chairs in my teeth.” “Poke me to battle, I’ll jump on the saddle.” “I’ll smile as you fall to your feet.” “And they talk without thinking.” “They bark while they’re shaking.” “Teeth that are round and dull.” “And they yell while they’re chasing.” “I’m steady pacing.” “My syllables hit the floor.” “How stupid, selfish baby.” “Don’t you battle with my larynx tonight.” “I’ll wreck you if you chase me.” “But I’ll be silent til you cross the line.” “So crude and selfish baby.” “Call all your guys in the dive bar.” “They’ll give you the validation your daddy could never bestow you.” “While bloody, They’ll tell you’ve won.”

THE CONTORTIONIST

“Twisted all my limbs for you.” "Two of them in knots and two of them in loops.” “Ribbons tied around like a noose.” “Wonder if I’ll ever get it loose.” “I don’t wanna bruise for you.” “Holding my words back until my face is blue.” “I don’t really care about your crew.” “You can tell them what you wanted to.” “Bones are crushing.” “Pushing me.” “Body’s touching.” “Loving me.” “Blood is pumping” “Pulling me.” “Feeling nothing.” “Fucking me.” “Crushing me.” “Touching me.” “I’m done.” “Done doing backbends, I break and I snap, it’s no fun.” “Pushed myself into a box while you held out a gun.” “Twisting all my bones like screws.” “Stretching my self worth just like you usually do.” “Caught you like a cold or the flu.” “Praying that I’ll some day be immune.” “Got me like a bad tattoo.” “Always under skin, even when it gets removed.” “Never got a chance to undo.. positions that you forced my way into.”

MOON CYCLE

“Why you always act so serious?” “I said, baby boy, you know I’m on my period.” “He bit the cherry down, he’s delirious.” “Seeing red figures in his mirrors.” “Acting like a real tough, furious.” “Blood swimming, turn him amphibious.” “Says he doesn’t care that he’s into this.” “It happens every time a new season hits.” “Getting ready for my heavy daily creme.” “Keep it handy, womb shedding.” “Any lessons making room for blessings.” “Juice melting like raspberry, pomegranate, it’s so scary.” “My aura got him howling at my moon cycle.” “Now he kissing on the ground that I walk on.” “Tryna get another taste, but I’m all cramped up.” “Pain like a blade on a front lawn.” “But I don’t give a fuck cause I’m so strong.” “I don’t gotta act, I’m a theorist.” “I could win a fight on my period.” “Matter of fact, right now, I could build a pyramid.” “You messing with my cycle, that’s dangerous.”

NYMPHOLOGY

“Call my your nymph.” “Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin.” “Call me your muse.” “A sprite or an elf you cry to then use.” “I will not suffer.” “Cry under covers.” “I’m not your mother.” “It’s nymphology, not psychology.” “Be the manic pixie dream girl that you fucking ought to be.” “Damaged oddity, bought by sothebys.” “Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks he’s the prophecy.” “You can’t even spell but you’re an ‘expert’.” “It’s not fiction, I’m not fae.” “I won’t lick your wounds today.” “But I’ll throw you in the ring.” “Get you with my suffering.” “I’m not crazy, I’m not wild.” “You’re just stupid, little child.” “Get your image off my back.” “I’ll give you a heart attack.” “Don’t treat me that way.” “You’re acting like a wannabe.” “I won’t be ashamed for loving you so honestly.” “You’re in the spell and it worked.” “Did not return in the hurt.” “I’m kicking your ass out.” “Flutter my wings while I pout.” “Push your penis into your mouth. I’ll make you choke on your doubt.” “Cut you off, watch you die. Just a fairy with the knife.” “Diamonds and rubies, the stars in all the movies.” “I am her favorite locket.” “Their semi-precious stones ain’t as cold and luxurious.” “Where did I get refined, get my cuts and my polishes?” “I am too many karats for your budget.” “Your boyfriend tried me on, wore me out, made him cooler.” “Like moldavite or emeralds.” “It will be the brightest, brightest green you’ve ever seen.” “Ancient and it’s protective.” “So rare it is offensive, I think you will agree.”

EVIL

“You called the other day, I stayed away.” “I left your shit on read four times today.” “It felt like bliss, used to miss your kiss.” “Now I’m hop, skip, jumping over narcissists.” “Throwing all your stuff into the abyss.” “Now the role is reversed, told you I’m a switch.” “How’d you like my spit?” “That’s for all the pits that you left me in.” “See the horns on my head? They’re from goddesses.” “No, I never knew what it meant.” “What it meant to be content with you.” “Everything I expressed, I professed, it never quite made it through.” “Said it’s all in my head, all in my head, whenever I spoke my truth.” “No! I won’t defend you to all my friends, this time I refuse!” “If you bite my hand again, I will never feed you, you can call me evil.” “Take it to the grave, if you wanna play pretend.” “I won’t be mistreated, please call me conceited.” “Took me way too long to put this to bed.” “Loving you was lethal, guess that makes me evil.” “Remember when you smiled right to my face?” “All of my little tears of oxalate.” “They made a shape, revealed a snake.” “Now I’m stop-drop rolling over all your jokes.” “Everytime you lie, I’m praying that you choke.” “Should’ve listened to the signs and the horoscopes.” “Hope you never cope, hope you slip on soap.” “Crack your head like an egg, wanna see the yolk.” “You’re such a hoax.”

WOMB

“I see the mother in the chosen space for me.” “Little does she know it’s free.” “I’m undercover, as they wait for joy I cry.” “On a mission in the dark.” “I know my brother, he’ll make the journey later on.” “Conversations in the cosmos.” “It’s all a game now.” “Once I’m in the world, it’s lost.” “Memories gone to evolve.” “Merging cells and flesh.” “I’m baby building all my insides, bright to see the future.” “Right before my eyes, I know.” “In the womb, let me out, not safe but I’m sound.” “Cut the cord, I’m coming.” “Got the blue belly button, too hard to pull through with it.” “All I know she’s birthin’.” “Feeling alive, the closer I get to my life.” “I’m pushing through the center, the core.” “I’m sweating through the flower no more.” "All of the planning.” “Yet I still feel unprepared.” “Kick and screaming, cause I’m scared.” “And I know she suffers, contractions with howling death.” “Eyes are bloody, screaming out.” “Merging spirit, mind and body.” “Bright to see the future.”

POWDER

"Don't wanna know where you're going when you aren't alone" "You'd rather stay the night, too much to believe" "Blood falling out from your nose and I'm wonderin' how." "You glamorize your pain, wear it on display" "And I know it's a cry for help, boy, help yourself" "I opened a million doors, you never go" "It's past point of no return, when will we learn?" "Alert me when this shit is over" "Lying loud, Through it all." "Cut your face from the fall." "When you're hurt, who'd you call?" "I can't answer now." "Confidence from up high." "One way street to the stars." "clean it up, watch you die." "It's yours to decide." "Show me a picture you paint of someone else." "Lived a double life, wish I was surprised" "Eyes rollin' back to your head" "I recognize our faith, put it all to waste"

PLUTO

"I'm hauling an outdated show" "The walls around me are so close, caving in, oh no" "Some other friends that I thought were forever" "And now wanna sever the ties" "The seats have been spotted, I'm no longer doubting" "I think that it's finally time" "Pluto destroy me, kill me off slowly" "I'll bathe in my ashes, rise like a phoenix" "Show me who I am becoming" "Pluto, transform me, turn off my lonely" "I'll sit with my silence, fix all my conflict" "Show me the demons I'm hiding" "I'm turning to expired routes, help me move on" "There's nothing in this tired town for me, no more" "What once was a home is a hell I can't manage" "So send me out, I'm packin' it up" "Everything's blurry, I don't wanna worry" "The pain from this growing is rough, oh"

MILK/LECHE OF THE SIRENS

"Drink from the leche of sirens" "Summon the sailors in town" "Strangle the fear of deciding" "Which one's deserving to drown" "Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done" "Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned" "All of our sisters were killed and abused" "By sword-swinging men who would always accuse" "The worst of a woman who fights for our right" "To be where we belong at the front of the line" "Tired of silence and being polite" "Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night" "Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown" "Tenderness worn on the skin like a dress" "Nurture these men, pull them out of their mess" "They steal the resources, destroy all the land" "Belittle the power of the feminine hand" "The milk from the rivers of every moon" "Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb" "Bury their souls in a cove by the light" "Celestial dip all that ego and pride" "Nothing wrong with a little havoc" "It's fun when shit hits the fan" "So guillotine their heads by shouting" "Cut 'em off, leave waters red"

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