Forsaken from Spite Machine by Flower Crown Me A Queen

G, C
Capo 2nd

Incessant opinions precede the divisions
It rumbles and crumbles and cuts through the nerve
the kids are all starving, their bones are discarded
There's nothing to do here but lay in the earth

I didn't mean sick when I got admitted
At least in the sense that you all interpret
The poison's released, and it seeps into dreams
All at once it all stops, and my consciousness leaves

I tried to go back, oh, but God wouldn't let me
She pushed me away, or maybe she left me
A child of church, left to rot in the dirt
When you're a kid, man everything hurts

Concussive percussion recedes into darkness
A ruined idea of collective unconscious
I wish I was there, so I could be repaired
But nothing I do is worth anything here

Abandoned, forsaken, for death has me taken
Her kisses are warm, and they drip with sensation
I'll never go back, you can have what I lack
A heart that stays beating, but prone to attack

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