PlasticBag FaceMask - Retro Vomit

It's a brick wall attack
On Titan 180 below
Know your worth know your value
Take a step toward learning how to
Love those who love you back
And not just anyone around you
Dead weight lead head
Silver bullet, the pup is dead
Pen sits up straight
The inkwell overflowing
Stranger danger
Change your name or
Change the way you
Play your games or
Stranger danger
Change your face or
Change the place you
Choose to stay or...
Paper jet black
Fumes intoxicating
The mind is from May
Tenth, 1996
With a star from
Hell on the hunt
And a bill run high
From ten daily packs
Face it
It's a new day out
Face it
I'm on my way out
Face it
I can't complain now
Face it
I'm on my way down
Face it
It's a new day out
Face it
I'm on my way out
Face it
I can't complain now
Face it
I'm on my way down
Nothing's quite as heavy as it used to be
With no weight behind the punch
It's an instant transmission to your brain
But without all seven you have absolutely nothing
You dug your own grave
You dug your own grave
You gave me a taste
Now you’re all I crave
Barista from beyond the grave
Implies some promising side affects
Immortality
Or it could just be your neighbor's shit

Written by:
Jacob Lee, Patrick Hogan

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