Lyrics:
have no clarity, how was I seeing clear
When I was using drugs for therapy, noise ringing in my ear
At night the devil reappears
I'm getting Comfortable
some therapy
Cause my minds been a cell
And I need to leave
This fucking weight on my back
Is really crushing me
Help me back to my feet
I wanna feel
Hot like hot wings with hot chocolate in hell
Cold like in my isolation cell
In the winter while kissing Mr Freeze
Take the weather man and blow
would you really?)
If you were prey in the animal kingdom would you choose to sleep alone? (Nah)
Would you help me on the street if you heard the shit I'm
from the endless horizon
Or flowers to mark out the changing of seasons
No animals dwelt in the forests or fields
All life was extinct; its fate had
from the endless horizon
Or flowers to mark out the changing of seasons
No animals dwelt in the forests or fields
All life was extinct; its fate had
my bowling bag and bring 'em to work
Play with their hair under my desk, with my bare foot
They're like, stuffed animals all over the bed
Human heads:
I need to fix my voice
I need to fix my mind
But I can't afford
Singing lessons and therapy
So you decide
So it's true
You can be an artist
I need to fix my voice
I need to fix my mind
But I can't afford
Singing lessons and therapy
So you decide
So it's true
You can be an artist
to my brain cells.
Gut bucket and a bottle of pains.
It's like the schoolhouse lights will never turn on again.
Till the bottom wears off of these
and hearts, but i can look straight in the mirror
There is so much anger in every cell of me and some day it will crawl out
Maybe i need a therapy so i'm happy
I hear everything you say in a melody
You can always have your way with words
Guess they'll always be your therapy
You can lay them all on me,
the lightening
A brave new world yet still deprived of who we are
Split the cell unbreak the heart
Human dynamics I play my part
I'm animal
Animal
I fear no
To talk to my brain cell
Gut-bucket and a bottle of paint
It's like the schoolhouse lights
Will never turn on again
'Til the bottom wears off
time
To talk to my brain cells.
Gut bucket and a bottle of painns.
It's like the schoolhouse lights will never turn on again.
'Til the bottom wears
On that day I was destined to fail
He rose again after drinking from the grail
It's because of his father I was put in a cell
The sun doesn't shine
Sometime
I feel I'm on the flatline
Man I need some therapy
I'm having suicidal thoughts
Brain cells dead from the coma
My aroma dead body rotten gone
te atreves
Atrapar a este animal
Aquí la Favela es la cota
900 rifles
Le subo 5 a la cuenta
Que es lo que tu dices
Sería 9 0 5
Morirán como cell
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changed. His quills have grown out, and the therapy has done wonders. Now Willy lies, for the most part, motionless on his bunk like a half-rolled-up animal
now)
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)
Yeah, cell therapy
Think about it
Use that tool between your two shoulders
now)
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)
Yeah, cell therapy
Think about it
Use that tool between your two shoulders
Constricting his cells
We summon by candle by book and by bell
Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors
Do you think you are trapped?
Look around you are free
Animals on psychological cages
without any room be unique
Gadgets are now your best friends
to reach it when you
Crept inside my brain
I feel you down within myself
I see my face in someone else
Like broken bars in prison cells
I flee the tolling
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