Purebred

I wanna lay in a clean
White room
Where I'm told there's nothing left for me to do
I'm gonna move into a cold
Dark house
Where nobody wants to know my whereabouts
I'll change my name
I never liked it anyway
Maybe he'll try to recognize me all the same
Never want a kid
I never want any of this
I want a clean white room where I know what to say

Maybe I'll go to Florida
Or New Orleans
Like my father finding shelter
In the wind
I've got his face
I've got his taste
Is that a sin

I'm gonna lay in the ground and freeze
Maybe I won't need to explain anything
If I'm unseen and I can't hear anything
Can I get away from this purebred machine
And when I die will he look me in the eye
Really look me in both eyes without a scream
If I'm a child and I'll always be a child
Is there any point in doing decent things
Maybe I'll go to Florida
Or New Orleans
Like my father finding shelter
In the wind
I've got his face
I've got his taste
Is that a sin
Is that a sin
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