What is this wrestle in my teeth?
Bite hard and barely feel a thing
What a shame, such a waste
How much longer could this take?
Oh I know, it's too much
When I barely get enough
One more for the road
One more then let's go
One more for the road
Grab your insides, we've got a mess to make
Hold your posture, we've got some hearts to take
Show me my weakness and I will convince it has
All been mistaken, you're still mistaken
I want a taste, a taste of my own medicine
Draped across my throat

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