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LYRICS:
The only thing I know worse than knowing that I hate me
Is knowing those that relate to me are those I step across
If they're lucky, if not, they get stepped on
I've tried to pierce the skull, but I'm too headstrong
Just leave me alone. Don't tell me, I know
I've grown lost home souls, they tell me every day
As I brush the flames, to induce pain
Introduce molten skin, and watch 'em chew away
I'm not the same reptile that you claimed
At the pet store in '88, everything has changed
My lamp is dim, its cold as sin, I feel it slide in
Past my brittle lips, and now it begins
Don't trust me, I will let you down
I will break you, I will take you out
Of your element, and I will break my own
I will break us both and I'll hold you responsible
Hurt you. Walk away.
Desert you. And feel the same.
Cold and grey. Lonely and ashamed.
Cursin' the burn from the sun, weepin' when it rains
You will help me. You will try.
You'll decipher the good side and think that I might
Have a claustrophobic core, and that maybe I'll grow
Out of my old skin and sport a shiny new coat
But no, I'll suck the sum of your soul
Through your vocabulary, you'll watch me spit the pit whole
An old tape roll in a world of broken arrows
I can't put you together, detaching your bone marrow
Leave me alone
I'm not your savior
I dig six feet to find pay dirt
Don't trust me, I will let you down
I will break you, I will take you out
Of your element, and I will break my own
I will break us both and I'll hold you responsible
It aint all smiles and sunshine
My gravity is too strong for either of those. My
Gastrointestinal system is full of victims
And my teeth are chipped from vomiting back the entity of their sicknesses
Into a void that I call art
Pourin' bones in a gas tank, click, the engine sparks
I'm Lewis and Clark in Noah's ark in July
I'm what Big really meant when he said "I'm ready to die"
Poach a supply of adrenaline in this unsettling sentiment
Of appreciation based on an estimate
From faulty statistics due to a pessimistic
Equation, erased, but still serving significant waste
Paste, from the copy of text
When you read what it said, you've read the death in my head
When my head is detached away from the breath in the ribs
Please pretend to enjoy all of these letters I've sent