[skit-man talking]
WE ALL SLEPT SOUND AT NIGHT HERE IN AMERICA UNTOUCHABLE,
cigarette burns against my skin.
i feel no pain, it makes
Answered all my questions
Had another dream
Colors and directions
Are never what
I've got a drownin sickness
I gotta breathe and fix this
I
We walked on golden fields
and watched them wither at our
Thank you so much for your confidence in me
but you
The slightest breeze will spread disease
You breathe it in, it
Are you lost - do you need to find your
Kiss goodbye
These final summer days
Through the panic and the haze
Or
I remember the day you said you wanted to die.
Curled
There's something somewhere scratching silently inside of me
It's always with
Swallowing, self imposed
compensated pieces of what I know
Breathing, letting go
This instant regression
This instant stuperfaction
Why dont you learn your lesso
Everything's connected-
The cell, the sun in the sky-
I don't know
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