Roll over monotone I've got something to say to you I can't speak in stereo And I don't want you to be confused
There's no need to analyze There's no need to form an affliction You're so bored and paralyzed As you're making another excuse
I can't handle it, I'm intolerant I rip off my shirt and I deal with it I won't through a fit, I don't give a shit I fall flat on my face in the back Of this one
Collect me monotone Cause I think I'm falling to pieces I'm so strange, you should've known While I lick all the salt off these wounds
For this one
I'm hating myself for I want nothing more We have such a strange design
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