When we pay you grow up
I'm afraid of your lumps
And the tales we are crumbling for
Wiped away with a gush
Flowing seeds from your brush
Painter wild revealing a door
In the waste of your blood
On my lips when you cough
I will miss you and not know for what
And the questions I caught
When you payed me up front
You grew up cause I painted a brush
When we pay you go on
To exclaim in the yard
That the fire is taking us all
And we all sing along
To the same fucking song
As we table our guilt for the fun
Off the cuff
You know enough
I'm sorry if I tried to hard
And take a look
You know enough
You're sorry cuz we tried to hard
I'll be late I'll be lost
Like the blood on my floss
And no one can cry anymore
When I spill on the sleave
Of the god that can't eat
I will sauder my hair to the cross
Off the cuff
You know enough
I'm sorry if I tried to hard
And take a look
You know enough
You're sorry cuz we tried to hard
Off the cuff
You know enough
I'm sorry if I tried to hard hard
And take a look
You know enough
You're sorry cuz we tried to hard
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