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you have to kill the pain of being somehow why not with Pabst
why not the pain of remembering everyone who isn’t
being somehow now that evening has its teeth in you again
time to nibble at your edges and stare nervous holes in the walls
it’s about time that being somehow kills the pain of Pabst
why not it’s only fair those who have gone before
are ahead of us while your ghost keeps lagging behind
the shadow of your muscle memory keeping time for nobody
slow down bro these are as yet only possible staircases
you have to kill Pabst with the pain of somehow
being one inch closer to the void
you can’t spare anyone on such a sun-loud day
the front office will require a full report
the pain of Pabst killing you is no excuse