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Sicking twist
Grind, twist and turn my minds screws trying to get them in place
I just need a lobotomy, take away these blues it all stems from you
Look in the mirror look at this ugly person who's looking back
Can't get in the right frame of mind to become a better person
Your starting to make me a bitter person but I still love you
How crazy is this talk I know better but nothings changing
It’s all falling apart, huge hole in my fucking heart, dying slowly
Still a lobotomy is not such a bad idea from we’re I’m sitting
It’s all so loud in my head can’t get no peace up in here today
Wondering if you ever miss me? wonder if you ever loved me?
Walking a plank it’s a fine line, insanity or in Love it’s a crazy game
Almost half of a 100 were has all that time gone for me? Damn it
I’m in a mess feeling a bit stressed up in here in this crawl space
You left a bitter pill in my throat that I still can’t swallow 10 years gone
The ink is overflowing in my mind it’s hard to contain the mountain blaze
Time so slow I’m standing still nobody seems to want to know or care
Your love was so sweet now I’m left with memories sicking down deep
Grab the drill I know where to put the bit, right against my skull now push.
I just need a lobotomy, take away these blues it all stems from you
Look in the mirror look at this ugly person who's looking back
Can't get in the right frame of mind to become a better person
Your starting to make me a bitter person but I still love you
How crazy is this talk I know better but nothings changing
It’s all falling apart, huge hole in my fucking heart, dying slowly
Still a lobotomy is not such a bad idea from we’re I’m sitting
It’s all so loud in my head can’t get no peace up in here today
Wondering if you ever miss me? wonder if you ever loved me?
Walking a plank it’s a fine line, insanity or in Love it’s a crazy game
Almost half of a 100 were has all that time gone for me? Damn it
I’m in a mess feeling a bit stressed up in here in this crawl space
You left a bitter pill in my throat that I still can’t swallow 10 years gone
The ink is overflowing in my mind it’s hard to contain the mountain blaze
Time so slow I’m standing still nobody seems to want to know or care
Your love was so sweet now I’m left with memories sicking down deep
Grab the drill I know where to put the bit, right against my skull now push.
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