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Run down my throat

And i’ll cut it out 

Before I choke.

Fill my brain

Make me insane

Take me to my grave

Fight me to the dirt

Rub it in my face

What a disgrace

Back on the mend

Slip through my hands

Yell your demands

Choking, spitting

Deathly sickening

Broken glass in my palm

Recording the sad song

Repeat,  then retreat

Save me a seat

I’ll be waiting

Round two, I lose

Let’s go for a cruise

Screech, hault 

I’m back home

My stupid throne

Lazy, hazy

Mirrors say I’m crazy

Broken shell

Endless golden well

Artificial high

Questioning why

Sad sigh

Wake up , sit up

Fill my cup.