| My hands up to the maker, my head’s down in the bomb
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| I swim in bloated vision, and I kiss you on the phone
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| My heart beats so atomic, and I spill the sweat of drones
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| A mouth screams to a hundred, and my lips split all alone
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| Sometimes I think this pig will just explode
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| Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on
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| Well I’ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
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| And I’ll slam 'till I can’t see home
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| Would you like to hope for Eden, that I keep a steady hand
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| Do you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old man
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| Shall we fuck each other’s babies, let momentum do its best
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| Keep our shrieking little urges in our burned out little heads
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| Well I sense a slight recoil was it something that I said
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| Sometimes I think this pig will just explode
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| Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on
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| Well I’ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
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| And I’ll slam 'till I can’t see home
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| Dropping off the edge of nowhere
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| Everything I’ve ever known
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| This is what you asked for
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| Now this is what you’ll get
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| Sometimes I think this pig will just explode
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| Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on
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| Well I’ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
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| And I’ll slam 'till I can’t see home
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| Dropping off the edge of nowhere
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| Everything I’ve ever known
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| I’ve ever known
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| I’ve ever known
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| I’ve ever known |