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Tilt Viewers Like You

down, Oh you know she isn't too well" My dear you're delirious My dear you're lascivious And now we will commence to treat you Laudanum sedating you Bromide

me to sleep the bloom of blood filling the tub granting me release i can't be you mother i am way to young i wish i were older i could give you love

I've got my black garbage bag Picking up parts from the wreckage of the blast I'm trying to piece together this Giant puzzle hidden within the crash

so sound To be so sure you pass inspection Do I threaten you? Is your winning streak at steak? Oh, you are calculated In every single move you make You think you

up call Pontiac I love you and I miss you It's easier to miss you now that you're gone Now I know the things I should've said to you Now you're gone Now you

I heard you screaming. I thought I heard you crying. But then the TV told me, yeah, That you were only lying, That you were only crying wolf, That you

I did not get out of the trenches unscathed, This lingering damage I'll take to my grave, Like nerve gas poison and agent orange The wages of high risk

bloom of blood filling the tub granting me release i can't be you mother i am way to young i wish i were older i could give you love now i must take

up call Pontiac I love you and I miss you It's easier to miss you now that you're gone Now I know the things I should've said to you Now you're gone Now you