Meanwhile, Back In Communist R Life Support Lyrics

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The machine at my side thrums blood sealing - wax coloured. It catches & sucks back, back on itself. This clattering starts whenever I move, chemical smell rises in my throat, gets stuck there & I just want to get out. Dull sunlight catches the plastic chairs & over-full dustbins outside the window - and I know that it will all settle back into place now the fire has died away.