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Posted December 24, 2006
Paper Cliche
I want take my head and cut it open extra wide
I want to examine oh the thoughts that seem to circle inside
Electrocute my thoughts or put my self on stand by
Im so over, Im so over
Lets open up the sky and let the clichs pour
Everything has been executed better before
8-bit fantasies Im yesterdays technology
Follow the leader, jump off with me
The wine is dripping with the blood off of my finger tips
The mitochondrion are revolting, please take care off it
Carnivorous cells are winning against your cancer lips
So come over, so come over
Oh my god, I want to tear you apart
I am walking but Im still asleep
Oh my lord, this is blasphemy
Wake me up before I fall too deep
I wish I had an original thought inside my skull
Everything has been done a million times before
My dream sequence has become my life or so it seems
All my friends are dead, in a perfect scene
Oh my god, I want to tear you apart
i am walking but Im still asleep
Oh my lord, this is blasphemy
Wake me up before I fall too deep
In too deep
Oblivious and numb
I want hurt you, but I cant cut you fast enough
the ink is dripping, and my letter has become a mess
I want to hate you, but hate is love, just reversed
Why do we talk about things that we loath the most?
Oh my god, I want to tear you apart
i am walking but Im still asleep
Oh my lord, this is blasphemy
Wake me up before I fall too deep
Oh my god, I want to tear you apart
Design my world and make it incomplete
Oh my lord, this is blasphemy
Wake me up before I fall too deep
