the problem i have with the soul contraption
swallowed up slowly like a bad reaction
all around what you do and say while the symptom falls further away
you live in silence but you can't describe it
so what's the point of talking at all?
the store bought injury.. the family cane
just another boy bad at the game
this is when you need a friend to keep you moving around
'cause all your thinking has made you slow
you might be stopping out.. you know
frustrated fireworks inside your head
there's a wet fuse smoking.. you caught instead
what you're dealing.. but it's just a start
was a time since your problem was a poison dart
and you act like a cowboy.. putting arrows in my hat
i'm a hardboiled hero and i'm not so bad
but i didn't know when to run from this
a proud fan is gonna see you shatter
i know that there really isn't anything the matter
nothing is gonna be crying words.. they only want their voice to be heard
they use it sometimes to show that they're around
or they build you up a theory like the walls of a town
a tired and ancient ruler right now.. the neighborhood slaves are hardly skilled
open your parachute and drop your weight
float on down to the center and investigate
i did my self requirement.. better cop out hard
or i'll leave right now
'cause this feeling of loving.. i felt it in my chest
like the nighttime footsteps of an unknown guest
i know it wasn't me.. i wasn't moving..
i felt thunder.. the rain was pouring
i know it must be something wrong all this is restoring
you don't have to live in a life's mistake
stay in the center and wait
stay in the center and wait
stay in the center and wait
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