The Body and Its Corruptible Data

Back to screaming at stuff
Can't recommend it enough
Curse this backlog of emotional labour
And god bless my neighbours

At least half of the time
I feel guilty for being alive
Curse the body and its corruptible data
And god bless my neighbours

Said I wasn't depressed
Had half a mind to bomb the whole test
Curse that code in me that longs for devastation
And god bless my neighbours



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Sloane
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