turn on the talkshow i hear him say
sitting facing the haunted screen
already glueing my empty eyes on the floor
mellow mellow around my neck
i feel the milk that you fed me with
Sliming down towards our fate
we burn from the inside
for your lack of insight
they keep us grounded
with all the comfort in the world
i feel like a warm chocolate
with gummy marshmallow in it
too hot to drink too cold for our spirits
they re cutting our heads with monsters instead
sipping
they got me
until we’re dead
yeah yeah i’m melting down
piercing our brand new ceiling tearing the ground apart
how are we gonna make it through their lies
take it internally
i wanna break it externally
we’re trapped in tiny houses about to burst
we burn from the inside
for your lack of insight
keep us grounded
with all the comfort in the world
i feel like a warm chocolate
with gummy marshmallow in it
too hot to drink too cold for our spirits
they re cutting our heads with monsters instead
sipping
they got me
until we’re dead
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