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i never thought that i'd still be here so late in the year.
and i never thought my every ambition would crumble from fear.
so now i just wonder, is this what i wanted, is this what i'll always have.
now i just wonder, is this stimulation, or just simulation.
there's a sense of foreboding with a sweet sugar coating,
an amusing mosaic if you read aramaic.
it says "heaven stinks to high hell 'cause fishermen don't wash well and everyone gets nose bleeds."
but hell isn't for me because i don't want to see all those kids from my high school.
i tried once to pray but i had so much to say that it all was ignored.
i tried once to pray but i had so much to say that god got bored.
so i say, "fuck yeah, i will do what you tell me."
i say, "for you, i will do whatever you want 'cause i'm easy."
i say, "okay, tear me apart; i'm easy."
i say, "okay, you can tear my heart a new asshole."
but without you around who will teach all the children how to curse.
i'm recording your voice i'm coverting it to verse-chorus-verse-chorus-verse.
i'm replacing my heart with a state-of-the-art vocal recorder: never breaks, never aches.