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smith
02:59
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hey man, i heard you were there at the bitter end
hey dude, what'd ya need that 200 bucks for food
and a car, to get out of town and go somewhere real far
find peace, when mostly you just run around makin enemies
i'd like to feel sorry for ya rest my tired eyes
but if i ever do see you there's gonna be a crime cus
i'd like to disassemble you
i hope you hit me first
you're like some gum stuck to my shoe
stickin around attractin dirt
oh boy, did you play with his life like it was just your toy
i don't care if somewhere deep inside you're scared
you should be cus lately i can't stop thinkin about how your face would sound scraping concrete
oh i can't wait for my sweet release
i'd like to feel sorry for ya rest my tired eyes
but if i ever do see you there's gonna be a crime cus
i'd like to disassemble you
i hope you hit me first
you're like some gum stuck to my shoe
stickin around attractin dirt
i'd like to disassemble you
i hope you hit me first
you're like some gum stuck to my shoe
stickin around attractin dirt
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brick
04:09
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principled and fit everlastin misfit
man among gods, champion of frogs
smash my head in with a brick
i just want vindication
to repent and find salvation
warm and wet and timeless
in a pool of cerebrospinal
roses draining from my face
just to touch that sacred space
unleashed, the only way i find peace anymore (oh, let me feel you all around me)
so free, soakin hot red sins into the floor (thin out the air i breathe)
and you're the only one who can do it
but i would never ask you to go through it
the only pure thing left in this world
for the fantasy of a fatherless girl
i still don't know what i done wrong
but my hope is it'll come along
pooled around the fragments of my broken skull
my head is empty, my heart is full
warm and wet and timeless
in a pool of cerebrospinal
roses draining from my face
just to touch that sacred space
unleashed, the only way i find peace anymore (oh, let me feel you all around me)
so free, soakin hot red sins into the floor (thin out the air i breathe)
and you're the only one who can do it
but i would never ask you to go through it
the only pure thing left in this world
for the fantasy of a fatherless girl
my mother loved me far too much
it put my senses out of touch
i only want to remove my blindfold
my head is empty, my heart is full
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