Broken Mind, Broken Person

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You're the voice crying out
In the wilderness.
You're the voice
That makes my brain burn...
And my guts go gooey.
Yeah, you gut me.
My insides spill on your altar
And tell the future.
My steaming, gleaming guts
Spell out your nature
Spell out your name
I know you--

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