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24 Hours vs. The Cost Of Dying
2 ReviewsIs the thorazine shuffled, yet?
1963? 1984? Wait, millennium 2999.
...i know the lions of the world don't suffer from these distortions
oh thorazine!
...and if the president gets no power...how come he has all those ladies?
thorazine, my queen
...are they listening in on me? dear god, are they going to ship me?
porceline queen, my love
...ship me droneless? ship my soul to the ak-47? ship my guts back home?
guillotine heart, oh guillotine sea drain the bullets from me
...is anybody going to bury me?
open my eyes to sleep
...never? well fuck you all...
thorazine, chalk up that plastic drum
...i'll never come home, never see life again
it's just all those goddamn loophole sunsets and
...what if they forget me?
people telling me who to love
...will they even take the effort to?
but you and i are ever loathed
...i know that the lionesses of the world don't dance on broken glass
thorazine, what a poor sight to be seen
...and i know that the colors up there merge in a marriage of sick pity
oh, thorazine. lick the lisp off my tongue?
...and i know i wanna go somewhere warm
oh, god, thorazine, i don't want to hear you scream
...where sleep doesn't hang on twenty four hour nooses
Wait. If you leave now, who will tell me what to say?
...i know the lions of the world don't suffer from these distortions
oh thorazine!
...and if the president gets no power...how come he has all those ladies?
thorazine, my queen
...are they listening in on me? dear god, are they going to ship me?
porceline queen, my love
...ship me droneless? ship my soul to the ak-47? ship my guts back home?
guillotine heart, oh guillotine sea drain the bullets from me
...is anybody going to bury me?
open my eyes to sleep
...never? well fuck you all...
thorazine, chalk up that plastic drum
...i'll never come home, never see life again
it's just all those goddamn loophole sunsets and
...what if they forget me?
people telling me who to love
...will they even take the effort to?
but you and i are ever loathed
...i know that the lionesses of the world don't dance on broken glass
thorazine, what a poor sight to be seen
...and i know that the colors up there merge in a marriage of sick pity
oh, thorazine. lick the lisp off my tongue?
...and i know i wanna go somewhere warm
oh, god, thorazine, i don't want to hear you scream
...where sleep doesn't hang on twenty four hour nooses
Wait. If you leave now, who will tell me what to say?
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