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Instrumental is the song "I Invented Suffering Let Me Show You" from Episode 9, "Trailhead."

lyrics

Tombstones in the basement
Engraved in a cave print
Made to be ancient
Full tilt to the gravedig, dig?
No shame like hands where the face is
Never took sparkling water or faith into foxdens
Miracle antioxidant mixed in poison intoxicants
New Earth, no Occident
Namedrop promising
Filtered through the hymnals baptized in whatever spirit is prominent

Hyacinth
Lifelong aversion to vitamins
Enough undiscovered gold in the soil to blindside Midas with
It’s inspiring
Mired in fireside hideouts and making the best
While I’m trying to tide the vampires by with just enough blood to get by with
I abide it

Sanguine
Nosedive into landfills
Advils for painkills
A killer ascribed to every facet of thought
or facetious quip that you thought
Was keeping the oceans from rising
And making your home another Atlantis
Lions' nest, flies’ den

Fistfulls of cantrips
Live off what you land with
Makeshift paddles and kneedeep battles with mud
and whatever’s keeping the fishes in
Plates are for finishing
Renditions of orchestras scraped by a fork on grandma’s porcelain
Made the most of the meager?
Of course you did.

Doubt for a promising future?
Of course there is.

Cynical offerings given to gods who surely weren’t listening to bolster the fortress with?
I sneer in my sleep, of course I foisted them.
A delicate string of weaponized pearls, too clever by half, first holstered then pointed?
Of course I authored them, those are my children.
What good is a brick except to build a mausoleum
Forget the concussions they sponsored as weapons before this
God knows I did

I got heavy sleep for the eyeless
Unmitigated spats of violence
Makeshift autopsies for fallen pilots
We’re leaving flowers at graves if I can find them
I’ve got a song in my heart
Please get it out
I don’t want to die with it
Please get it out
I don’t want to die with it

Vespa
Got stung in my sleep by a wasp
while I was trying to rest up
Got my best armor on from the chest up
Made to be cautious while people are watching
or they’ll know I messed up
Red bumps for reminders
No peace for the brother’s keepers’ finders-keepers
Peacekeepers like us

So go ahead and weep for us.

credits

from WOE​.​BEGONE: Music From the Podcast, Season 1, released March 16, 2021

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