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Talking

from Panic Picnic by Phantómódel

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lyrics

to separate oneself from everyone
is to affiliate oneself with no one
and to transform into a person who is someone for no one to look at

when my thoughts align
at the same time they are dividing
to exude a fixed sentence
would be nice

when i open my mouth it’s like shotgun shells hitting the floor
when i open my mouth i don’t want to
i don’t want to breathe anymore

words kept me up late
words kept food off my plate
my voice is a vehicle that
won’t drive straight

[chorus]
i started talking
all my teeth fell on the counter
i tried to pick them up but they were so fragile that they shattered
i started talking
all the eyes and the ears
left me stranded in a sentence that i never wished to start

my voice is muted
i don’t know how to use it
it is a dangerous tool
i never thought that having opinions would make me look like a fool

words are hard to digest
but easy to repress
my voice is a device that
is always put to the test

*chorus*

everything i knew is spilling away
my mind coils in pain, reaching for what i cannot have
a childish voice is shrilling every time i open my mouth
i am cradling the ones who are suffering
expanding and thinning in all the wrong places


talking, saying, speaking
is exposing, bleeding
thinking is private teaching
feeling is secret keeping

*chorus

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from Panic Picnic, released December 13, 2019

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Phantómódel Richmond, Virginia

post-punk/goth rock from VA

maxine juno sinclair (he/him)

Grimalkin Records

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