You dig right in me
Without a spoon of a hole
And when I walk now
The wound has grown by the years
You kiss my brown eye
Almost a shell of a man
School haunts the children
Which makes me sick til' I die
Sick til' I die
Shame crowns the waste that falls from me
Stark crawls the frame of used to be
You kiss my brown eye
Almost a shell of a man
School haunts the children
Which makes me sick til' I die
Sick til' I die
You dig right in me
The wound has grown by the years
Home haunts the children
Which makes me sick til' I die
Without a spoon of a hole
And when I walk now
The wound has grown by the years
You kiss my brown eye
Almost a shell of a man
School haunts the children
Which makes me sick til' I die
Sick til' I die
Shame crowns the waste that falls from me
Stark crawls the frame of used to be
You kiss my brown eye
Almost a shell of a man
School haunts the children
Which makes me sick til' I die
Sick til' I die
You dig right in me
The wound has grown by the years
Home haunts the children
Which makes me sick til' I die
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