| Full throttle to boredom; |
| procrastination all the way
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| Very blasé; |
| so cute, indoctrinated and tame
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| All the King’s horse tranquiliser; |
| and all the King’s shiny MDMA
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| Won’t put the thrill back in your life; |
| Oh the monotony
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| You make me numb, sliding down the throat of tiresome
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| Heartbeat synced to routine, you are catatonic
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| Better living through chemicals; |
| Better living through fear
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| Better living through tattoos and amyl nitrate; |
| Better living through a fringe
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| and black hair
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| Frightened by shadows; |
| lethargic dog turns the other cheek
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| Just give up… so bland; |
| don’t speak
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| You can not fly, sold your wings to cover rent
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| I watch you fall from that tiny box, you are catatonic
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| Oh, Sweet boy I’m gunna let them eat you
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| Oh, sweet girl the routine’s gunna kill you
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| Voodoo lethargy, endless droning; |
| Trading noise for perfection
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| Five empty chambers, one risk junky; |
| my self distraction
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| You make me numb, sliding down the throat of tiresome
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| Heartbeat synced to routine, you are catatonic
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| You can not fly, sold your wings to cover rent
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| I watch you fall from that tiny box, you are catatonic
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| Oh, Sweet boy I’m gunna let them eat you (Catatonic!)
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| Oh, sweet girl the routine’s gunna kill you (Catatonic!) |