Line their holes with the dead ones breadĭon't take what's not theirs, they don't compare.ġ0. They don't scurry when something bigger comes their wayĭon't pack themselves together and run as oneĭon't take what's not theirs, they don't compare I hardly believe, finally the shades.are raised.hey.īare their gums when they moan and squeakĭrink the blood of their so called best friend 'Posed to endure what I could not forgive. Stab it down fill the pages suck my life outį**k.f**k.f**k.f**k.f**k.f**k.īut I'm not about to give thanks or apologize Paint Ed big.Turn Ed into.One of his enemies.
Stab it down one way needle pulled so slowlyĭrains and spills soaks the pages fills their sponges Spin me round roll me over f**kin' circus Took his mothers white breast to his tongueĪll my pieces set me free.human devices set me free. She gave him away when she couldn't hold.no.she folded.Ĭouldn't hold on.she couldn't hold.no.she folded. There was meaning, but she sold him to the state Life comes.I can steal your heart form your neck. Life comes.I can feel your heart through your neck. Ooh.life comes.I can feel your heart through your neck. Painted room.can't deny there's something wrong. The mother reads aloud child tries to understand it
Said one, two, three, four, five against oneįive, five.five, five.five against oneĪ table in an otherwise empty room Turned to my nemesis a fool no f**king god I pulled the covers over him shoulda' pulled the alarm Once fastened servile now your getting sharp I swear I never took it for granted just thought of it now Oh please don't go out on me don't go out on me now Produced by: Brendan O'Brien and Pearl JamĪssisting: Nick DiDia, Kevin Scott, Adam KasperĬreated at: Potatohead, Seattle, Washington The Site in Nicasio, California
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