Oh mister melancholy, if I find you in the middle of the crowd,
Should I sigh you?
Scene 2
If I find you in the corner of the room will I see you,
with your hands tied
behind your back?
Tell this man in the monstrosity of the world that he knows everything.
He knows everything, he knows everything, he knows.
He didn't have a very good year.
Being blindfolded in the downpour of the rain holding,
Fire in his hands with blood running down his fingers.
He's a dog, a bastard hound.
Barking at the moon,
Waitng for an answer.
Freeloader!
Freeloader!
It's not your fault! It's not your fault! No eyes, no spilled salt.
Tell me something I don't know.
You're distraught. You've been kicked around a lot.
Oh, keep putting on your show.
Treading on this ride of lavish, cunning in your ties of madness.
Roll and roll the edges of my spite,
Tiptoe that line, tiptoe that line.
Exacerbation, your makeshift
back, back, backbone.
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