[Goretex] Life's riddles are strange, I'm sick of the days/daze the art of dyin' To symbolize change, witness the pain Blocks of free cheese, Becky sold her crib for coke Slept with the baby and crush
Death sits inside his office as we wait for the verdict he speaks our fate with a nervous tick; do we get the cure or the sickness? and when we die, what will it be - a graveyard grave, or a golden fl
There'll come a time when all of us must leave here Then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you As nothing in this life that I've been trying Could equal or surpass the art of dying Do
Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat losing contact with the living Almighty TV plugged, hybrid empty brain don't see anything real in the game The tension is building constantly No reason just a re
Cover yourself in sorrow Caressed by the words of grief Rejoice in perpetual misery The one that hurts and feeds Malicious empathy strikes Cultists gather Breathing with the sickened Dead and dying
Watching you sleep, are you awake anymore Can you hear me, are you dreaming Hand out of reach, truly impatient like the flower Can you see me through the reeling How will I fall with all your condit
The Art Of Falling Apart Falling through at the seams Living life in a dream Even smiles make a lie And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the holding together Together
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