| Wanna put it in the garbage disposal
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| Dig a hole a dispose of
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| Your nugget is sick and corrosive
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| Eyes of hate
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| Mouth of no love
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| Extract the contaminate
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| Examine it
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| Override and we reprogramming
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| Listen to the words
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| Understanding it
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| Moving the mouth like a puppet
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| And adding it back to the body
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| With magnets
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| Hoping the will to survive
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| Will be more than a
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| Death that was stagnant
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| In their eyes yes we’re protagonist
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| Assuming your heroes are headless
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| Heartless and against this
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| Hard headed dumb dead bitch
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| Finna sell your head to the head witch
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| And let pumpkin head come avenge shit
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| These crazy thoughts
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| Still haunting me
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| I don’t know if I’m
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| Outta my head
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| This way of life
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| No apologies
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| I don’t know if I’m
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| One of those dead people
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| People
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| Within my head
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| One of those dead people
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| People
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| Within my head
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| If my head was a crystal ball
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| Where you could look inside and see it all
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| You’d prolly find a bitter Paul
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| Rollin' round like profiterole
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| Find me curled up in a ball
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| With a razor in my jaw like
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| Na na na na
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| Grab my tongue and start to saw
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| I don’t have the lights on
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| And there’s screws all over
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| Prolly cant find a tight one
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| I’m like the loosest molar
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| I’mma bite some of these benzos
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| Then ill start to crescendo
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| Really let go
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| An give you a glimpse inside of this vessel
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| I’m so numb to what is special
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| My head is so content
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| With no regret to relish struggle
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| All the pain all the trouble
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| Your happiness is a bubble
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| That id gladly pop
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| Then I dig a hole with a shovel
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| And watch it drop
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| Inside my head is like a puzzle
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| Like it or not
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| It’s missing pieces and its laid out
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| On a table I shot
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| Myself right in my temple
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| Or was a thought
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| I can’t decipher between
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| What’s real and whats not
|
| These crazy thoughts still haunting me
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| I don’t know if I’m outta my head
|
| This way of life no apologies
|
| I don’t know if I’m one of those
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| Dead people people
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| Within my head
|
| One of those
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| Dead people people
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| Within my head
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| Migraine headache
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| Evil thoughts ready
|
| I can only think about
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| Whatever my mind says
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| Minds all set
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| I can not forget
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| I can only think about
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| Whatever my mind says
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| Migraine headache
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| Evil thoughts ready
|
| I can only think about
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| Whatever my mind says
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| Minds all set
|
| I can not forget
|
| I can only think about
|
| Whatever my mind says
|
| These crazy thoughts still haunting me
|
| I don’t know if I’m outta my head
|
| This way of life no apologies
|
| I don’t know if I’m one of those
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| Dead people people
|
| Within my head
|
| One of those
|
| Dead people people
|
| Within my head
|
| My mind’s broken
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| My mind’s gone
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| Dead people are alive
|
| On this song
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| My mind’s broken
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| My mind’s gone
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| Dead people are alive
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| On this song
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| Dead people in my head
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| Dead people in my head |