Rot Gut from Worm Food by CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP

I live in filth
With a bottle to my lips
Reminiscing on the years
I blinked and fucking skipped

Let me black out
I slip unconscious

I’ve spent 10 years searching for a message in a bottle
Drowning my self-worthlessness in poisons that I swallow

Fill me up, I need to feel something for a while
Even if it’s killing me, the toxins make me smile
Just ignore the missing time and morning taste of bile
Fuck the memories, I’ll leave them splattered on the tile

I don’t exist
My shell’s a walking corpse
Going through the motions
of a life on broken course

Let me black out
I slip unconscious

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