Sunday, March 27, 2011

Meat Magic

Im bored of myself and I'm sick of you
I'm tired of having nothing to do.
Empty pockets
Empty head
Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up dead!

I am everything I've come to hate;
Well it's too late
Yeah, It's too late

I'm banging my head against the wall and I can't explode at all!
E-X-P-L-O-D-E
Yeah, I cant explode at all
I'm banging my head against the wall and I can't explode at all!

I hate myself
Nothin' in my head
I hate my self
'Cause I'm brain dead
I hate myself
And it's too late
Yeah it's too late
I'm too late

I'm banging my head against the wall and I can't explode at all!
E-X-P-L-O-D-E
Yeah, I cant explode at all
I'm banging my head against the wall and I can't explode at all!


No outlet
No outlet
Man I wish I could just forget
No outlet
No outlet
No outlet

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