give it to me i throw it away give it to me i throw it away covered in hope and vaseline still cannot fix this broken machine watching the hole it
this is the first day of my last days i built it up now i take it apart climbed up real high now fall down real far no need for me to stay the last
i want you to take me i want you to take me i want you to break me and i want you throw me away i want you to take me i want you to take me i want
eyes, oh Pharisee. We both speak a settler's cant. We both read from the same old played out scripts and hum familiar tunes, broadcast on fixed frequencies
all of me We've got 'em shut down, bumped up Stuck up my oak tree I feel sorry for you If you categorize me 'Coz we are of no fixed identity It's a
A vestige of our travelling On a road straight out to ruin It's evidently a big surprise That I don't know what I'm doing Help is here somewhere Residing
with only minor chords diguised as excuses, don't get me wrong don't get me wrong I've seen your problems multiply as your eyes are fixed onto a pattern
coming from my own head It's got me mixed up, trying not to give up Tell me there's a way to get out of here Oh, fixed at zero Fixed at zero
pain to fail) Loathe myself to sleep. Your words kill me. So ironic that a heart made by man, when broken is easily fixed. But a human hurt can last
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Everything works for you and I'm aching These planes are an ocean that's where we grieve Where we drown, yeah yeah Open the turnstyles and we're racing
Hip hop is art dont make a fucking pop hit, be smart take it back to the start like KRS and rakim use passion and heart Dont get me wrong, im not dissing
Like it's coming from my own head It's got me mixed up, trying not to give up Tell me there's a way to get out of here Oh, fixed at zero I've learned
hold my heart You, you won't let up after I am caught, touch turns into fisticuffs it's all in your head, wonder if I'm fixed to cut. fake statistics
all of me)? We've got ?em shut down Bumped up Stuck up my oak tree I feel sorry for you If you categorise me Coz we are of no fixed identity It's a
I need to be fixed they say The world can?t take me anyway A 1000 light years into space I don?t think i?ll know my place Hold the riots in your hand
Since you left I'm only more sincere I swim in it authentic to my ears? But we made it Won't we say it? And I fixed it What you hated Come on I keep