scrape the build-up off my tongue don't cough
you'll hurt my lung make me high and make me numb
just do it you wont look dumb square into a circle
make it fit never mind and make sure of it
stuffing one bird into another i'm way over here
i'm with you brother ruled by the voice that
tells you to go on and destroy those cells kill
more 'til you make your way no buzz day ain't no
day chop a breathing hole in my vice no thanks
man i'm feeling nice a foolish heart forever
young scrape the build-up off my tongue snatch up
the stone hold on tight 'til night is day and day
is night as I talk to me listening the voice the
voice inside is my singing...
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