Discussions Is For The Pigs lyrics
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Artist: Folly Album: Insanity Later
Lyrics
I have a block on my brain and a clock in my mouth and I'm tasting each second For days I've swallowed the hours Striking worth into the air with words like arrows that were stuck into my knees; To pin me to the chair, to force me to write I've got a pencil and a thousand thoughts but my wrists won't move Why are my thoughts the flies on a rot aloft each other in persuasive decay? Their decay is my demise I control this square with just enough space to envelop an affliction They are all dead to me They are all dead Oh no, it's a comfortable rape! Unlike any normal respite, this canon-style boredom is a crippling image Ready to pop at any moment, red-faced children can't vomit Insignificantly hopeful, they are pulling on these coiled limbs; They are taught and confined In this environment I am my own destruction Relying so heavily on every possible sketch.. Procrastination...lost cause...knowing nothing..
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"Insanity Later" album track list
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