My heart's riddled with stitches
I'm an asphyxiated kind of blow
I've become arthritis
From touching you

I've become arthritis
Anesthetic don't come cheap
We all float,
We all float down here

You are white and tasteless
Wide-eyed and shameless
Do you get it yet?
My conscience ain't clearing
How the hell did I end up here?
Do you get it?

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