| My manic world collides | |
| With the day your head spins questions | |
| Hurled right to my side | |
| Frantic! Desperate, for a song to hide | |
| I, I just need a pause | |
| Body feeds itself | |
| I’m eating basic meat to sustain the day’s work | |
| Nicotine and **** to fuel the next ****ft | |
| In need of changes | |
| Physical rearrangement | |
| Tossed the vile, but more restricted | |
| Truth’s dead I will always be addicted | |
| Tossed the vile, but more restricted | |
| Truth’s dead I will always be addicted | |
| I grow weary of, weary of my phone; if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety! | |
| I grow weary of, weary of my phone; if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety! | |
| Trivial but true, parasite of the brain | |
| Draining my body | |
| Draining my body of its dirty blood | |
| Calls, questions and incoming mail | |
| My future, my present and the end of the world | |
| My fix and cigarette, my song and band | |
| Son, daughter, sister, suicide | |
| Second chance at life | |
| Blame! | |
| This blame is rampant! | |
| Obsessions of all kinds | |
| Obsessions of all kinds | |
| This blame is rampant! | |
| Your brain was so simple, flipped off with a snap | |
| I’m reading you wrong, neck’s hard to grasp |
| My manic world collides | |
| With the day your head spins questions | |
| Hurled right to my side | |
| Frantic! Desperate, for a song to hide | |
| I, I just need a pause | |
| Body feeds itself | |
| I' m eating basic meat to sustain the day' s work | |
| Nicotine and to fuel the next ft | |
| In need of changes | |
| Physical rearrangement | |
| Tossed the vile, but more restricted | |
| Truth' s dead I will always be addicted | |
| Tossed the vile, but more restricted | |
| Truth' s dead I will always be addicted | |
| I grow weary of, weary of my phone if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety! | |
| I grow weary of, weary of my phone if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety! | |
| Trivial but true, parasite of the brain | |
| Draining my body | |
| Draining my body of its dirty blood | |
| Calls, questions and incoming mail | |
| My future, my present and the end of the world | |
| My fix and cigarette, my song and band | |
| Son, daughter, sister, suicide | |
| Second chance at life | |
| Blame! | |
| This blame is rampant! | |
| Obsessions of all kinds | |
| Obsessions of all kinds | |
| This blame is rampant! | |
| Your brain was so simple, flipped off with a snap | |
| I' m reading you wrong, neck' s hard to grasp |
| My manic world collides | |
| With the day your head spins questions | |
| Hurled right to my side | |
| Frantic! Desperate, for a song to hide | |
| I, I just need a pause | |
| Body feeds itself | |
| I' m eating basic meat to sustain the day' s work | |
| Nicotine and to fuel the next ft | |
| In need of changes | |
| Physical rearrangement | |
| Tossed the vile, but more restricted | |
| Truth' s dead I will always be addicted | |
| Tossed the vile, but more restricted | |
| Truth' s dead I will always be addicted | |
| I grow weary of, weary of my phone if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety! | |
| I grow weary of, weary of my phone if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety! | |
| Trivial but true, parasite of the brain | |
| Draining my body | |
| Draining my body of its dirty blood | |
| Calls, questions and incoming mail | |
| My future, my present and the end of the world | |
| My fix and cigarette, my song and band | |
| Son, daughter, sister, suicide | |
| Second chance at life | |
| Blame! | |
| This blame is rampant! | |
| Obsessions of all kinds | |
| Obsessions of all kinds | |
| This blame is rampant! | |
| Your brain was so simple, flipped off with a snap | |
| I' m reading you wrong, neck' s hard to grasp |
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