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Tilt - Unravel lyrics
Here I am still intact And I should give myself Credit for that But I have cast a stone Deep into my throat I squat on land my Feet won't reach The smell of blood and Bile and bleach I need a square foot And a rope We can weave we can unravel We keep on sleeping Right though our travels We can weave we can unravel Take our confusion to a Much higher level Spit it up and hand it over To another child of squallor Pallid wheezing Lost all her color Her dark circles Getting darker He crossed her palm But nothing seems To wake her from her Shitty dreams Now she's become just one More helpless package Of doom The city is ecpecially Vindictive tonight That hitchhiker looks like He's heading home to Murder his wife Well it's a proven fact they Don't respond to every call For help in time So there she stays Poor little girl Lying on the floor of a Dirty bathroom No folks there's no device No box of gods to descend And take this tragedy Tie up all the loose ends |
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