| Empty and stale after a thousand fires
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| Threw the bones of a thousand gentlemen
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| Please ask thousands of canvases
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| Just throw me some food
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| Press stop, timeout
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| Hey friend you need so little
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| Somehow I won't
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| show you the plan
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| Watch this is all you have left
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| They want my secrets
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| They want my time
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| Sing with foam at your mouth if you took a lighter
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| They are not in my plans
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| Got some patience
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| And I don't mind handing out all the lighters
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| I throw like bones to hungry mongrels
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| You considered me a friend, remind me the name
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| You are a faceless pocket - where are my grandmothers
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| Music critic - you're a music faggot
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| I spit at the ceiling - your ceiling
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| Finding reasons for your leash
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| The search for a new me with a head
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| Drip drip dripping blood on my canvas
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| I spit on the ceiling - your ceiling
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| Finding reasons for your leash
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| The search for a new me with a head
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| Drip drip dripping blood on my canvas
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| Dripping blood on my canvas
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| Movement pain for love touchy
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| Hypocritical heads climb into the fire,
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| But you are nobody to me, you are nobody to me
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| Dripping blood on my canvas
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| Empty girls play delight
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| Hypocritical heads climb into the fire,
|
| But you are nobody to me, you are nobody to me
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| You are nobody to me
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| Not a friend and not an enemy
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| Insect hid lips
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| From weakness climbs into the fire,
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| But it's unlikely to come out
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| After all, no one sees the inside out
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| Clowns ask for a meager chance
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| They only want to shine bright
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| I only buy people like me
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| I cut out on the back so as not to give up
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| A thousand years without days off
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| Fatigue hid in black lenses
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| You wanted to be friends with me
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| But I don't let you get close
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| These women are fake
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| I don't pick numbers
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| I'm sorry time
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| Your ceiling is terribly low
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| And I scored obscenely fast
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| I'm leaving obscenely loud
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| I'm so unusually honest
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| Because it's indecent for me to give a fuck,
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| And you will find a way out
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| And you are almost normal
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| You scream that there is nothing sacred in me
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| I spoke for a long time
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| But you didn't hear me
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| You broke through the ceiling
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| I'm flying high
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| There are solid roofs
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| I spit at the ceiling - your ceiling
|
| Finding reasons for your leash
|
| The search for a new me with a head
|
| Drip drip dripping blood on my canvas
|
| I spit on the ceiling - your ceiling
|
| Finding reasons for your leash
|
| The search for a new me with a head
|
| Drip drip dripping blood on my canvas
|
| Dripping blood on my canvas
|
| Movement pain for love touchy
|
| Hypocritical heads climb into the fire,
|
| But you are nobody to me, you are nobody to me
|
| Dripping blood on my canvas
|
| Empty girls play delight
|
| Hypocritical heads climb into the fire,
|
| But you are nobody to me, you are nobody to me |