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Saturday, June 09, 2007

Lemonheads

Behind your eyes is a vast and rather empty space.
This space should be occupied by your brain.
But that's just not there anymore.

You're ears wish they could hear, but they just keep it simple.
It's back to school all over again.
And I'm pushing back the squares that keep me alive.
They keep me high and on the edge.
Feel it through your veins, and stop your lies.
But you can't. And you won't. Dirty son of a bitch.

Why don't you run? Why the fuck don't you run motherfucker?!
Turn the page mother fucker. I said turn.
The next page. Why would you fuck around with the next page?

Oh, there yah go. It wasn't too hard now was it?
Oh yeah man. You are beyond what I thought.
You said you were right. But I can't let it go that you are damn wrong. All over. All over. Tooooo soooon. Change. Too soon to change. All over. I hope it's over soon.
Change me. Taste me. Change it all.
Save the universe.
I see you everywhere, and it doesn't change a thing...

I'm gonna turn you around and throw you on your back.
Pull out the big guns and make you pay.
Make you pay with your blood on the pavement.
Bitch, don't you wish you never came around.
I'll make you wish you never came around while I crush your body into the cracks of the sidewalk, I'm gonna make you burn. Make you sweat,
Make you see that you're a fucking peice of shit.

I'm gonna make you scream for mercy.
Make you bleed out of control.

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