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The knife Has become dull I crave Something useful I hammer a nail Into the back Of your hand You say You're Messiah I say You're a Liar You set fire To the back Of my head My life's Never dull I crave Something stable I point a gun To the back Of your head I watch your body fold I imagine I'm in the middle I hammer a nail Into the back Of your hands You say you're my savior I dig the nail in deeper You set fire To the back Of my head My life's Never dull I crave Something stable I point a gun To the back Of your head

Who's on the seventh floor Brewing alternatives? What's in the bottom drawer Waiting for things to give? Spare us the cutter Spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the mustard Conquering myself Until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean Come to the free for all With seven tapered knives Some of them six feet tall We will escape our lives Spare us the cutter Spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the m-m-mustard Conquering myself Until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean Am I the happy loss? Will I still recoil When the skin is lost? Am I the worthy cross? Will I still be soiled When the dirt is off? Conquering myself Until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean Ocean Watch the fingers close When the hands are cold Am I the happy loss? Will I still recoil When the skin is lost? Am I the worthy cross? Will I still be soiled When the dirt is off? Am I the happy loss? Will I still be soiled When the dirt is off?

My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, won't trip me. My tripper, my tripper, my tripper, won't hit me. My father, My father, my father, can't feel the love Oooh-ooh. My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, won't trip me. My tripper, my tripper, my tripper, won't hit me. My father, my father, my father, can't feel the love My ripper, my ripper, my ripper, can't flip me. I shoulda, I shoulda, I shoulda, when you're near me. My father, my father, my father, what you so sick of? My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, won't trip me. My tripper, my tripper, my tripper, won't hit me. My father, My father, my father, can't feel the love Oh-ooh, oh-ooh. My father, my father, my father, can't feel the love My ripper, my ripper, my ripper, can't flip me. I shoulda, I shoulda, I shoulda, when you're near me. My father, my father, my father, what you so sick of? Oooh-ooh. My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, won't trip me. My tripper, my tripper, my tripper, won't hit me. My father, My father, my father, can't feel the love Oooh-ooh.