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The walls are bare Smell of death in the air I won′t be living here long enough for me to care It's my skull in a vice that grows ever more tight When every pill on the motherfucking planet I′ve tried Sins slip by ignored when you sleep on the floor Where the crackheads used to fuck but a mere two weeks before I wanna rip up the carpet I wanna pry up the boards I wanna dig straight down into your molten core Where I can be finally left alone Thanks for nothing You're all dead to me Fuck you all My body is a temple Let's burn it to the ground Let′s tear out all the columns and fucking bring it all down It′s a nosebleed I know bleeds a toast to fame It's been too long It′s too late It's time to go hang It′s a line of cocaine on every morning hung over You're my white power whale You′re my sweet leaf clover You're my summer green I'm the dying autumn leaves Come be my liver transplant, baby Fail with me All my dreams bottleneck Why even bother with this rolling eight ball flaming planet pile of garbage? I wanna chew up your carpet I wanna pry out your boards I wanna dig my own grave under the liquor store Away from the stench of the burning brown weed Or the pus from my undiagnosed STD Or the coveted handle of my cheap whiskey Or the sawed off barrel of my death machine I′m like your Mickey baby You′re like my Mallory Oh I'd kill for you What would you do for me I’d kill for you What would you do for me?