We gather around candlelight in the dirty, gritty city
From worn streets, to popcorn ceilings, to walls with texture like sandpaper
Sloughing off our leprous skin, that place we bury our skeletons
Underneath make up caked sins
Break my back on the clock
Waste my time writing these rhymes
I'll fill the pews with my good news
I'm gonna chug this cyanide
Wanna see me do a swan dive off this building? Pics or it never happened
Only the youngest have their anecdotes and in this sea of people pouring out their hearts
I'm drowning, and drifting further apart
Break my back on the clock
Waste my time writing these rhymes
I'll fill the pews with my good news
I'm gonna chug this cyanide
Wanna see me do a swan dive off this building?
Pics or it didn't happen
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We gather around candlelight in the dirty, gritty city
From worn streets, to popcorn ceilings, to walls with texture like sandpaper
Sloughing off our leprous skin, that place we bury our skeletons
Underneath make up caked sins
Break my back on the clock
Waste my time writing these rhymes
I'll fill the pews with my good news
I'm gonna chug this cyanide
Wanna see me do a swan dive off this building? Pics or it never happened
Only the youngest have their anecdotes and in this sea of people pouring out their hearts
I'm drowning, and drifting further apart
Break my back on the clock
Waste my time writing these rhymes
I'll fill the pews with my good news
I'm gonna chug this cyanide
Wanna see me do a swan dive off this building?
Pics or it didn't happen
From worn streets, to popcorn ceilings, to walls with texture like sandpaper
Sloughing off our leprous skin, that place we bury our skeletons
Underneath make up caked sins
Break my back on the clock
Waste my time writing these rhymes
I'll fill the pews with my good news
I'm gonna chug this cyanide
Wanna see me do a swan dive off this building? Pics or it never happened
Only the youngest have their anecdotes and in this sea of people pouring out their hearts
I'm drowning, and drifting further apart
Break my back on the clock
Waste my time writing these rhymes
I'll fill the pews with my good news
I'm gonna chug this cyanide
Wanna see me do a swan dive off this building?
Pics or it didn't happen
Writer: John Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid