Hemlock
I am locked in trace
That's a different head lock space
I'm locked in place
What was it worth
Just to paralyze me?
I slow myself down
And the world spins in place
Around and around and
Now what was it worth to you?
Let the airs out of my tires
Will you please?
I'm medicated
I'm a handicapped freak
Take a little bite just to paralyze your breath
The things we chew on so our memories do not hurt
Locked in space
We spend our money different everyday
Where did it go?
They are the pulpit
They are your parade
That's a different head lock space
I'm locked in place
What was it worth
Just to paralyze me?
I slow myself down
And the world spins in place
Around and around and
Now what was it worth to you?
Let the airs out of my tires
Will you please?
I'm medicated
I'm a handicapped freak
Take a little bite just to paralyze your breath
The things we chew on so our memories do not hurt
Locked in space
We spend our money different everyday
Where did it go?
They are the pulpit
They are your parade
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Writer(s): Dylan Banks
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