Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Down the Nicotine Armoire, Pt. 2

Still teeth, trying to follow you home
I'll stop the world this plan is slow
across the street in the parking lot
The tree is dead, the front door is

The moments I framed have and crumbled
us by the throat then I choked and stumbled
This will never work, this will never
my pulse as I swallow dirt

I'm cutting myself my own morals
I meant to write about you
(I never to write about you)
The one contact I loved so much
But my own heart
What could possibly be

Do you think about actions?
Do you ever what the consequences are?
(Your licensed M. got stabbed with a five dollar syringe)
The of existence
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed a five dollar syringe)
The of existence
(I'm dressed in white, so bright, hair so tight)

And I have no sympathy for
He needs else to leech off of
(Somebody to leech off of)
The one contact I loved so much
But my own heart
could possibly be within?

Do you about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the are?
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a dollar syringe)
The of existence
(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed a five dollar syringe)
The dullness of

Prescribed the throat, I need the
It's mind over matter
the throat, I need the antidote
It's fucking over matter
Prescribed the throat, I the antidote
It's fucking mind over
the throat, I need the antidote
It's fucking mind matter
My are rested
And manifest in ways you can't
My concepts are
And in ways you can't forget

(My are rested)
If you're wear the uniform
You sell the cookies
Don't come to my house asking for a
(My are rested)
If you're gonna wear the
the fucking cookies
Don't to my house...