How the mind does shout for rest
When the body's shaking, yeah
Oh, this tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Lord, is this a test?
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me gracious
Who are you?
Who can say
It's okay to live through me?
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah
Was it something that I said?
Was it a bit breaking, yeah
I'm so selfish paying your rent
While your blood I'm tainting
You spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
You feed
When the body's shaking, yeah
Oh, this tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Lord, is this a test?
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me gracious
Who are you?
Who can say
It's okay to live through me?
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah
Was it something that I said?
Was it a bit breaking, yeah
I'm so selfish paying your rent
While your blood I'm tainting
You spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
You feed
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