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,
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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
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Finding reasons for your leash
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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
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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 |