Inside Design

Rip out my insides, show me as I am
(Shut the fuck up, you motherfucking bastard)
Kill the lights off, tepid lives
Front cerebrum, split by the dotted line
When I grow up, my dreams will dine
In dinner scenes where the fine print dies

Doling out
Maps for your ride
Don't let out
Don't blur their eyes

Who has time to spend
Unconvinced that we're all gonna die?
Begs the difference
A question tells
Let me out

From the in (six, six, six)
Break me down (six, six, six)
Original sin (six, six, six)
Come in, come in, go



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Martin, Anthony Didio Jr, Matthew Wood, Jonathan Lhaubouet
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