Or I might overflow.
when the cruel sun strikes with redoubled fury
O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for.
If you can say my crazy words are wrong,
I know the rules. Pain is all relative.
An' I lay still for seven weeks convalessing of the fall,
picking up pieces of the dead, thats my goal
It’ll drive you crazy and leave you deaf and dumb.
Please save me from all this pain and strife.
Under a broken tree,
Or I might overflow.
when the cruel sun strikes with redoubled fury
O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for.
If you can say my crazy words are wrong,
I know the rules. Pain is all relative.
An' I lay still for seven weeks convalessing of the fall,
picking up pieces of the dead, thats my goal
It’ll drive you crazy and leave you deaf and dumb.
Please save me from all this pain and strife.
Under a broken tree,