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| ANNIHILATE
THIS WEEK
you annihilated this week now it's sunday and you weep a future of fun or a guilt loaded run your carnal desires fanning the fires you're really burnin' 'em up partying n' such annihilate annihilate all week long you never think that hard til the devil's in your backyard but she can't quite forget that night in my corvette annihilating the week sledge hammers to the street but then on sunday you're looking mighty weak i'm a smokin' and drinkin' thing (you're a regular social machine) i'm a smokin' and drinkin' thing (you're a radical partyin' machine) annihilating this week screwing everything that you meet she thinks she's feeling better but her conscience won't let her your thoughts temporarily deceived but your virginity can't be retreived you never had it before and now you can't close the door annihilate annihilate annihilate annihilate annihilate annihilate annihilate you say you don't like the things i've done you say you don't like what i've become when you look into the mirror, tell me what you see when you see yourself then you'll see me this will be the best one yet you're walking around with your eyes wide open and you're walking around with your mind shut tight when you look into the mirror, tell me what you see when you see yourself then you'll see me i don't need you to tell me what to be i don't need you to tell me what i see take a look around, take a look around, take a look around when you come on home tell me what you've seen sinking wanting thinking sinking all the while it hurts to be alone when it hurts to be alone when it's cold outside when it's cold inside when it hurts to be alone it hurts to be alone when i'm feeling it when i'm down and out when i'm feeling it when i'm down and out all torn up all torn down yeah i'm thinking that i'm sinking and i'm sinking all the while falling down falling down i stand up to fall back down caving in caving in i think my heart is caving in dead air dead phone dead quiet sinking all the while writhing my hands grinding my teeth staring at the floor sinking all the while cutting my teeth on the blues soul sinking to the bottom of my shoes thinking my life's a waiting game staring at my grave and feeling the same when i want what i want when i want what i want when i need it i need it when all i need is all i need when i need it i need it sinking sinking sinking sinking |
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