Clocks
Amygdala
They say the ones, the ones that matter will stick aroundToday a friend guided me to my deathHe tied the noose around my neck and helped me up the chairAll along, the knot he tied wasn't strong like our friendshipYour words are soil that grew a false friendshipSo open up your mouth and let it flowBecause it is also the dirt I walk onI'll walk on you and hold my head highLet it growI'll hold my head highLet it flowI'll hold my head highTo watch you spit up blood would only suffice for right nowFor everything you did, you deserve worseYou deserve much worseMy blood is on your handsMy blood is on your hands
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