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"Broken Fix"
Rot while you can
Cant feel myself sinking
Id like for you
If you can
To take a look at what ive done
Cant feel myself sinking
But i love the taste of the quicksand
This is the high life
And i cant get much lower
Wanna climb up higher
To where the air is even colder
Where the view is one to die for
And to die you will
In the shadows
But not over the hill
Just around the corner
Waiting in the wings
On the boardwalk
The broken yellow brick road
Life is a dream
And i wanna wake up
Life is a dream
I think ive dreamed enough
Strength in numbers
So i bought a little more
Id like for you
If you can
To cut me with baby aspirin
Less potency
Keep me suckin' on the tits of fantasy
This is the pinnacle
And im scraping the bottom dry
Tongue twisted swollen
It must be a good day to die
These dark skies are to die for
And to die you will
All alone
But not over the hill
Just around the corner
Tapping his boney fingers
Strumming the strings of doom
The sweet tune grim reaping the music
Death to the singer
To those who'd dare
To sing this song
Sing along cause
Youre so much like me
So close to coming home but
Too far gone to know
Too stoned to find the way
Youre so much like me
Led astray
So we sing together
We'll sing this song together
Today
Today instead of saving the world
From a nasty aural debt
I thought only i could consolidate
Im sitting at home at 26
With mom
Waiting for the next
Broken fix
Rot while you can
Cant feel myself sinking
Id like for you
If you can
To take a look at what ive done
Cant feel myself sinking
But i love the taste of the quicksand
This is the high life
And i cant get much lower
Wanna climb up higher
To where the air is even colder
Where the view is one to die for
And to die you will
In the shadows
But not over the hill
Just around the corner
Waiting in the wings
On the boardwalk
The broken yellow brick road
Life is a dream
And i wanna wake up
Life is a dream
I think ive dreamed enough
Strength in numbers
So i bought a little more
Id like for you
If you can
To cut me with baby aspirin
Less potency
Keep me suckin' on the tits of fantasy
This is the pinnacle
And im scraping the bottom dry
Tongue twisted swollen
It must be a good day to die
These dark skies are to die for
And to die you will
All alone
But not over the hill
Just around the corner
Tapping his boney fingers
Strumming the strings of doom
The sweet tune grim reaping the music
Death to the singer
To those who'd dare
To sing this song
Sing along cause
Youre so much like me
So close to coming home but
Too far gone to know
Too stoned to find the way
Youre so much like me
Led astray
So we sing together
We'll sing this song together
Today
Today instead of saving the world
From a nasty aural debt
I thought only i could consolidate
Im sitting at home at 26
With mom
Waiting for the next
Broken fix