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Cold Food - Ethel Cain
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Cold Food Ethel Cain

Cold Food - Ethel Cain
You work yourself to death
You beat yourself up til you forget how it felt
Your blood inside your gloves
Stains everything you touch, and everything that you forgot that You love

You breathe and you sleep at that table
Until you learned to sew up your mouth
You won’t cry when i leave cause the smell is just too much
Now who’s gonna pull you out

Your food is getting cold
You told me you’re not hungry, but you’re starving and i know you Know i know
But still, you never eat
You stay locked inside that room, and why i wait for you
Is a mystery to me

You breathe and you sleep at that table
Until you learned to sew up your mouth
You won’t cry when i leave cause the smell is just too much
Now who’s gonna pull you out
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