Bludgen me with anything worth saying one thousand times
Bury me in genius I`ll welcome the suffocating lines
Just how much breath can one person waste
My ears your mouth I`m hearing your sickening taste
Paint me a movie
Sing me a book
Make it non-fiction with the friction and dirty looks
I cut out my tounge I have bled the wrong words
We scream into filters just asking to be heard
Paint me a movie
Sing me a book
Make it non-fiction with friction and dirty looks
All I can give is what you take
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