My body has begun to betray me
Familiar parts, once loyal
Rebelling now, rising up inside of me
It's a civil war, hardly civil at all
My cells at war with one another

This is the year I poisoned myself
Trading comfort for the chance to keep on going
This is the year I chose to be sick
To kill the tumors growing inside of me

The dose makes the poison
I've been micro-dosing for years
On food and drink, even oxygen
A larger dose might've killed me
But the smaller dose often feels pretty good

This is the year I poisoned myself
Trading comfort for the chance to keep on going
This is the year I chose to be sick
To kill the tumors growing inside of me


this is the year I poisoned myself

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