Singing out with swollen tongues
I cant breath it chokes my lungs
Hard to explain the high I get on gravity
Harder yet to perceive who I’m supposed to be
If life is fruit I want some more
Gimme till I bust and hit the floor
Just a little taste of liberation
Just a little phase of imperfection
Let me know how hard it is to die
So I can stop now or finish the lie
I need some morphine to make me feel
I need some mockery to make me real
That is who I am
And who I have to be
This is only truth
This is only me
I need some angel, some giver some healer
Some one to love, some compassion dealer
Singing out with swollen tongues
I cant breath; it chokes my lungs
I can feel the smoke under my skin
Feel the doubt outside; feel the pain within
 
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