We Are All Dead Behind These Eyes
Like Old Chew Toys, All Spit No Swallow
Such A Human Thing To Sit And Wallow
Bruising Inside While Black And Blue Out
Killing Pints Of Stout And Start To Make Sense
World's Again All Childlike And Immense
Arctic Words Blow Cold On Drunken Nights
Preaching Bouncered Fights And Dodgy Cabs
Swap Jackets For Kisses Stained In Donner Kebabs
Then There's Feelings That You've Known
Blood Levels Are Low When The Day Begins
Awake To The Memories Of The Past Pist Sins
But Its Spinning Out Much Worse Than Before
As Feet Touch The Floor And Mind Starts To Stitch
Feel Like The Poor Once Again Among Rich
Can't Get Up If You're Not Willing To Climb
Normal Was A Time You Don't Remember When
Until You Wish You Were Drunk Again
So You Can Let Yourself Float
Like A Hole Riddled Boat And These People Can Stare
As You're Gasping For Air
CK
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