I'm talkin' I'm talkin'
I'm talkin' to myself more
Needle, fetal
Someone's pour
Tongue tied, nerves as big as boulders
Why Mom, I thought
New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May
Time
I`m entering a frame bombarded by indecision
Where a man
There's such a thing as self opinion
And this far down
Mouthful of cavities
Your souls a bowl of jokes
And everyday you
Suddenly everyting is fainting
Falling from a broken ladder's rung
There's a
I'll make a shoe horn outta your shin,
I'll make
Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of
Out here in nothin' engulfed by the sea
And there's no
Doesn't anybody feel
That all these killers should be killed
All these
Is it the way you're speakin'
Is it because I'm peakin'
Twistin'
Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me
Hair raising shake you're much too late
you should have jumped