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That burning feeling
Red liquids, clear liquids
Blessed are the sick
Children shiver in the river
Where is our God now?
Does He watch over all in El Segundo?
He don't lie when He say, "Under!"
(I find time to pine, while pining away my time) Under!
(Within sin, with no redemption)
(We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in, all wasted away)
(I find time to pine, while pining away my time)
(I'm wasting away)
Blessed the sick in me
The prey, the thrill, the chill and
We are martyrs that crumble on time
Predestination will stop upon dimes
And He constructed us all in El Segundo
While the shivering children prayed under, under!
(I find time to pine, while pining away my time)
(Within sin, with no redemption)
(We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in, all wasted away)
I swear I've got this for you
(I'm wasting away)
Demons in, demons out (I'm wasting away)
Cry for dawn (I'm wasting away)
Gratis-bored, I
I'm the matador of the children's ward (I'm wasting away)
Beggars wed choosers (I'm wasting away)
Red sheets, bedsheets, boozers (I'm wasting away)
I'm the head fan (I'm wasting away)
Blessed be my bedpan
I feel sick
Worn and just been mugged
I wait for you, having just been mugged
Feel worn, having just been mugged
Die!
In the sun
I've got this for you
Under my fingernails
And I brought this for you
It's typically Sunday
And I got this for you
And it's under my fingernails
And I brought it for you
(I'm wasting away)
Demons in, demons out (I'm wasting away)
Cry for dawn (I'm wasting away)
Gratis-bored, I
I'm the matador of the children's ward (I'm wasting away)
Beggars wed choosers (I'm wasting away)
Red sheets, bedsheets, boozers (I'm wasting away)
I'm the head fan
Blessed be my bedpan
I'm digging a hole
I'm digging a hole
No, I'm on top, I'm feeling done with this
This is what it's like to be alone
This is what it's like to be alone
You don't need another one, do you? (No)
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