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I'm stoned as fuck
And I can't calm down
This is amazing
Like a bleeding ice cream heart
And the carcasses of roadkill
You can collect their insides
If that makes you feel special
I don't care
You're not my fucking friend
And the sky's not falling
For a chicken nor the Huns
Where's my golden age of bliss?
I'm not planning for the news
And a quarantine again
Live free or die behind a screen
I'm wrong to press the point
But you're right to shoot me down
When I'm caught up in a mood
I'm all over you

I can go by myself
Taking names, numbers, and skulls
I think I have some fans
But I make no money
The freak in me is no longer numb
I'm not trash but I'm morbid
The pink's sweating on my face
How many times are we going
To talk about the fucking moon?
You've made me grow
And the pain's psychic
We're getting better at this
We're getting better at this
I know little but I know you



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Writer(s): Stephen Huddlestone
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