Pine Dream
You like to pretend that you care 'bout nothing
If it were to end, would you feel the same?
Oh, I sure would, I don't care 'bout shutting
Shutting down, returning to the hell I came
To the hell I came
I came
To the hell I came
(I came)
If this was a dream, it would be mad lucid
Just a breath away from reality
Try to eat the flesh even when it's wounded
Tryna ease the pain of insanity
Of insanity -ity
Of insanity
Shutting down returning
To the hell I came
Shutting down, returning
Hell I came
(Oh, I sure would)
Shutting down returning
To the hell I came
Shutting down, returning
(Hell I came)
Shutting down, returning
Hell, I came
Shutting down, returning
You like to pretend that you care 'bout nothing
Maybe I believe that I really don't
You like to pretend that you care 'bout nothing
Maybe I believe that I really don't
You like to pretend that you care 'bout nothing
Maybe I believe that I really don't
You like to pretend that you care 'bout nothing
Maybe I believe that I really don't
I scatter the wood all across the wasteland
Picturing a breath of the sweetest pine
Of the sweetest pine
Shutting down, returning
Hell I came
Shutting down, returning
If it were to end, would you feel the same?
Oh, I sure would, I don't care 'bout shutting
Shutting down, returning to the hell I came
To the hell I came
I came
To the hell I came
(I came)
If this was a dream, it would be mad lucid
Just a breath away from reality
Try to eat the flesh even when it's wounded
Tryna ease the pain of insanity
Of insanity -ity
Of insanity
Shutting down returning
To the hell I came
Shutting down, returning
Hell I came
(Oh, I sure would)
Shutting down returning
To the hell I came
Shutting down, returning
(Hell I came)
Shutting down, returning
Hell, I came
Shutting down, returning
You like to pretend that you care 'bout nothing
Maybe I believe that I really don't
You like to pretend that you care 'bout nothing
Maybe I believe that I really don't
You like to pretend that you care 'bout nothing
Maybe I believe that I really don't
You like to pretend that you care 'bout nothing
Maybe I believe that I really don't
I scatter the wood all across the wasteland
Picturing a breath of the sweetest pine
Of the sweetest pine
Shutting down, returning
Hell I came
Shutting down, returning
Credits
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