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Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk
Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love
Spitting out a language I don’t wanna talk
Treason is ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost
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Try to pull my fingernails out
Roses in the hospital
I want to cling to something soft
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One, two, three, four
Charles Windsor, who’s at the door?
At such an hour, who’s at the door?
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked
until we’re bought
Screaming comatose with
blackboard chalk
I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They sent me poison
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18
Yellow moral unclean decay
Silence begins to help me now
The sunshine it fades away
Symbols have now disappeared
How could this happen to me?
How could this happen to me?
You’ve been away for far too long
You can’t come back, you think you’re still mine?
I see your sister in her Sunday dress
She’s out to please