brakence - preparation exercise no. 7 (trembling)

Screening my own headache for proof
The MRI was a misprint
Since you won't let me decide
Would you just tell me which side you're picking?
I'm not impressed with you
It's gonna go to my head
No, no, I don't need this bread
And I had tried to be there for you
I'm sober as hell, wonder what stakes are involved
I know you cried when I called

Why didn't I say something?
I'm preparing myself, preparing myself
Preparing myself
Maybe I don't need your help
Preparing myself
I'm just preparing myself, preparing myself
I'm just preparing myself

Just call me when you're sober and you wanna talk
'Cause I'll listen
And you can hide it with sex and try to regret
That I'm not impressed with you
It's over my head because I'm already dead
And I have tried to be there for you
I'm open as hell, I hit the brakes, it won't stop
You put some ice in my cup

Why didn't I say something?
I was preparing myself, preparing myself, preparing myself
I was preparing myself, yeah, myself
God is preparing myself with a deity of
And he won't make me a toy
I am a God in a shell
Bring me some lead, baby, evict me instead
Stupid headache

Boy, you've gone crazy (I see the fear in your eyes)
Memory's hazy, why so lazy?
Why so flaky?
Don't embrace me, you've gone crazy

Mortal insects, witness my wrath (oh my God)
(Bloomtodeath) (Why? Why? Why?)
Masters of the shadows (Why?)
King

Written by:
Randy Findell

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