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With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it
Where is my mind? Way out in the water, see it swimming
Let's give each other lobotomies
Slit your throat & zip you up.
"Do you believe in God?" Written on the bullet Say yes to pull the trigger
All heads are bowed in silence To remember her last sentence She answered him knowing what would happen Her last words still hanging in the air
You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton body bag.
To be ourselves, we have to destroy ourselves
Pretend I love you for another year.
Starve myself so I'll fucking disappear.
Your red-dipped fingers look like strawberries
But these gashes look like self-injuries.
Where the flesh meets the spirit world Where the traffic is thin
It was a recipe for disaster A four course meal of no sorry
It was a cup of good intentions A table spoon of one big mess A dash of over reaction
I guess I probably took the wrong direction Well I admit I might have missed a sign or two
Took a right turn at confusion A left when I shoulda gone straight on threw
Where's the pain in the violent night?
For the love of the money Like a black-hearted violin It's the nature of being
It's too many lonely nights I can't tell bad from wrong
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