Just because you're a saved how does that make me
The mind is a sponge absorbing your secrets the body's
There's always a downside
Impossible together
Not ever happy apart
I cut
Wide eyed sleepers death in motion daylight creepers wearing all
I Hold Your Throat Within My Naked Hand I Can
With A Guilt Ridden Frown Hidden Smiling Deep Down Lead
How Am I Supposed To Think? Can I Feel? My
Distraught In Deprived Thought Within A Golden Rave I Make
Mother may I?
Mother may I please go outside and
Beat Like A Dog, Pissing All Over Shit ON The
Too much nothing
I'm always excusing myself
But now it's getting hard
(We've Got To Get Together
Got To Get With The Game
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[instrumental]
Acting Tragically,
In An Inept Manner
Trying To Act Like
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