[Mike]
Drop, like, get up
Get to the streets, try to lock that: get up
Face full of beat, twenty, hot: get stood up
Pace to the beat, like a beach-
rock and you block on repeat
Speak full of gut, like a front-to-front
J ran outa skinnies, 'nother one to fuck
Lay the sick ones down and the bells'll ring
Put pennies on the eyes, let the dead men sing
[Chester]
I shiver and shake the warm and cold
I'm alone, on my own
In every mistake I dig this hole,
through my skin and bones
It's harder starting over,
than never to have changed
With black birds following me
I'm digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, it comes in waves
I'm getting back all I gave
I slept though the shade as daylight fades,
as I waste... away
It traps me inside: mistakes I made,
that's the price... I pay
It's harder starting over,
than never to have changed
With black birds following me
I'm digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, it comes in waves
I'm getting back what I gave
[Mike]
I drop to the floor, like I did before
stop watchin, I'm coppin, I can't be more
what I want 'n what I need: over constant war
like the well full of boys and- a riding core
the blood goes thin, the fever stins
and I shake from the hell, that the habits bring
lay the sick ones down; the bells'll ring
put pennies on the eyes; let the dead men sing
[Chester]
Black birds following me,
I'm digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
the pain, it comes in waves
I'm getting back what I gave
I'm getting back what I gave
I'm getting back what I gave
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