I saw my friends filling boxes
The scales have tipped and I'm superstitious.
A charismatic, young addiction,
My skin is thick with disposition.
My father taught me how to cap teeth,
And I sink them in to our broken cities.
A gypsy told me that my collecting like a poor man
Playing the blues in the subways of New York City,
You're too good to me.
You stay with me while my feet keep moving.
Am I gracing holes to dig ourselves?
Cause I'll use my hands to climb out of Hell..
Ohhh...
Don't you pull the plug...
Spinal Cord collapsible.
You fit right in to your own shirt pocket
Blood was spilt before the power storm
More than friends but less than lovers
Smile for photos and fuck the covers.
Came for woman, you bay your flower
Keep me up or keep my mouth shut
I lose and devour.
Ohhh...
Don't you pull the plug...
Spinal Cord collapsible.
You fit right in to your own shirt pocket
Blood was spilt before the power storm
New York City, you're too good to me..
You stay with me while my feet keep moving.
Am I gracing holes to dig ourselves?
Cause I'll use my hands to climb out of Hell..
Spinal Cord collapsible.
You fit right in to your own shirt pocket
Blood was spilt before the power storm
Ohh...

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