My clothes don't fit my back is bent i bit down on an olive pit
I was found in tartarus's basement with a halo drooping over my red eyes
I was smuggled out on ice given a brand new life and now i dream between the two dimensions in which i lie
Yeah, sometimes i have this aura
Of a jackal stamping through sonoma with the sprinkled dust opens the kimono
Of the sheet white girl against the soft warm billowing midnite july
Yeah i miss the days of staying home i'm struck by lightening now
Thoughts pierce my like arrows
Words just break my mouth i break my own heart in two
I bit down on an olive pit, and swallowed it
I was found in tartarus's basement with a halo drooping over my red eyes
I was smuggled out on ice given a brand new life and now i dream between the two dimensions in which i lie
Yeah, sometimes i have this aura
Of a jackal stamping through sonoma with the sprinkled dust opens the kimono
Of the sheet white girl against the soft warm billowing midnite july
Yeah i miss the days of staying home i'm struck by lightening now
Thoughts pierce my like arrows
Words just break my mouth i break my own heart in two
I bit down on an olive pit, and swallowed it
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