Frantic lyrics
I can't complain
how insane, can a man like me get?
drained by the
book,
that you took away thin pain inside
free, so fucking
free
memory, has switched into blackened lies
Wate... so called
waste,
I have made... creator of bad taste
Chorus:
can't you see why I plea
but I've turned into not-me
blinkness
seeks, much to deep
while you just stand there and...
bringer of hope is dope
all sorts, make it go away
I grief for
things, that I did myself
therefore I cut, shortcut
I'm frantic
each and every day
I awake, but life remains the same
first,
first I cried.
mean you died, within prosperity
cranked up inside, I
still seek
the means of livin' deep
seek for the truth,
fuckin' truth
wiseman tells a flop
slipped upon waste I engaged
the creator of bad taste
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