The Interior Lyrics by Inca Babies
Wounded souls lie in my box,
I curse the man who put them there
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Wounded souls lie in my box,
I curse the man who put them there
Unchain my heart from this brittle part
I’ve worn it out, inside out
I saw a brave figure weeping
As the gutter filled with sorry
I got a message on my phone
They sent me a line with a tone
I am an isolated mercenary boy
Surrounded by unsympathetic sorry souls
Big Jugular splutters his words
Spraying death threats all around