Time to Scratch Them All

In a body of excess, I am in debt
Winter morning was a black eyed little kid falling into a pit
I can handle any part of being sick
But I can't drag another to the depths, I'm too far in

(That's enough, I'm done talking, that's enough)

(Time to scratch them all, gentle cross the breeze)

Can't think of anything that's worth it to mention
Little kid took his green eyes out and replaced them
Just to see what it would mean



Credits
Writer(s): Rivka Ravede, Zachary Stephen Schwartz, Patrick James Conaboy, Timothy Daniel Jordan, Philip Warner
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