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Mickey Flip

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The rolling stones painted it black but all I see is red
Maybe I am colour-blind, or am I filled with dread?
Or bloody eyed and I spin like thread (eye of the needle)
Or maybe I am dreaming, maybe I am dead (maybe I am dead)
Everything that I have said, in my life the words I've bled
On tattered scroll, twisted not how it sounded in my head
I tried to salvage kinship, I broke the moulded bread
But every mother fucker just wishes that I was dead
A loner stoned, pick up your rocks and aim for the head
A lover scorned, no longer mourns, me (shallow grave)
Severed soul, this pitch black hole, I rest and I am kept
By death himself, a ghoul, I'm fooled into thinking I'm dead
The cycle cycles, rain icicles stalactites pierce my head
The cold in here eroding me until my blood is bled
I falter, halt and pour the salt into my open wounds
But the cells that unify my being march off to their dooms
The rolling stones painted it black but all I see is red
Maybe I am colour-blind, or am I filled with dread?
Or bloody eyed and I spin like thread (eye of the needle)
Or maybe I am dreaming, maybe I am dead (maybe I am dead)
Everything that I have said, in my life the words I've bled
On tattered scroll, twisted not how it sounded in my head
I tried to salvage kinship, I broke the moulded bread
But every mother fucker just wishes I was dead
Am I fucking colour-blind or has the world bled?
Am I losing sense of sight, am I force fed lead?
I taste bleach, the burning cyanide in breath
I am breathing ash down here, I am fucking dead

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