grey matter splattered its history
can't keep track of the shit you tell me
why don't you just come and take me, out
put me, down
run it round
like a rabid crea-ture
freak show fea-ture
panic as my train of thought veers right off of the track
under pressure of all my feelings the railings crack
oh innocence and medication, won't you take me back
cmon cmon it cant be so bad cmon cmon why are you so sad
cmon cmon its cant be so bad cmon cmon i've fuckin gone mad
cmon cmon cmon. cmon cmon cmon
fuck, my, head
blown against the wall
fuck, me, dead
and push me to my fall
No comments:
Post a Comment