The Emesis Basin

frozen in the moment and strung up tight. bound by these moral fibers.
hung by tortured notions. not to stray from this life of service. i am indentured unto you.
with all of the hypocrisies of everyday life, we are not free. these strings move my hands.
these strings close my eyes.



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Wiegand, Dave Klenk, John Moran, Luke Muir, Patrick Shannon, Steve Wiegand
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