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02:18
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Do you like the smell of the shit you put me in and then shoved it down my throat?
Are you sick in the head?
Because I am and surely hope that ill choke when you shove that shit down my throat.
I tried to give you all but all was nothing.
Dragged and left outside for dead.
And im holding on by a thread.
I tasted shit first hand and you gave me no choice but to acquire a taste.
I tried to give you all but all was nothing.
Dragged and left outside for dead.
And im holding on by a thread.
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Suburban Kid
01:52
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Im a suburban kid from a suburban home and im quite sure that ive never been alone.
So i wont complain and i wont whine.
You lost the game, have another try.
Plain boring songs with lyrics about nothing.
But ill keep writing on and tell myself that they mean something.
The calluses on my finger tips feel like jagged rocks.
My throat is on fire.
I got a job, ive got some friends, so ill be content until the very end.
The calluses on my finger tips feel like jagged rocks.
My throat is on fire.
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I ripped out my eyes and I fed them to flies.
Plugged up the whole with forks and knives and forced myself to cry.
I put my head into a wall and I left it there to dry.
Bashed my head with a brick, I liked it, it put me to bed.
yea.
Rolling on the dirty floor, starved my stomach to self consumption.
Yeah I ate my own shit.
My brains drained of everything.
My own name and memories are clogging the bathroom sink.
Yeah I put myself in the clink.
My teeth are falling out so I tried to crush them into lines.
Im keeping to myself and Im keeping to my self till I die.
Bashed my head with a brick, I liked it, it put me to bed.
yea.
Rolling on the dirty floor, starved my stomach to self consumption.
Yeah I ate my own shit.
My brains drained of everything.
My own name and memories are clogging the bathroom sink.
Yeah I put myself in the clink.
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