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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