Throw It Away - Viet Cong

Bottles on the table feel too empty

Fill them up so that they might overflow

In a familiar way

So timid ashamed and awkward

Time and solitude yield and break apart

Into the end of the day

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Diagnosed with isolation

There's no above and there is no below

Hallucinogenic failure

If you ever end up somewhere

Don't forget to say who sent you there

On your collapsable wheel

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

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Throw it away

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Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away

Throw it away