Needle needle inject me
Mother said it's a disease
No other children spit this way
Black plague of the endorphins
Always cracking me down and breaking my bridge
Shut my door and board my sills
Gap tooth smile slips the lies
I can barely stomach your sludge
Gotta Break
Gotta Break
Gotta Break
No more sick and chicken
Father don't you have remedy?
But clouds so gray and shut have no meaning
Scream the prayer for you to come
But yet as it seems, you turn calls away
Not sick
Not sick
Not sick
Not your own kind
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