Apathy Eulogy, The
Play Nice
I know just what to saybut I can't seem to get the words awayevery time I ship an atom bombit comes right back to mereturn to senderI know just what to doI need to try and take ahold of youbut to choke you, or stroke you, or stoke what glows inside of youI can't decideI'll just tie a millstone tightly around my neckand I'll dive deep into the bottom of the seatake my resistancetake my anythingerase this vendettaI'll wash you cleanhere's my wide-berth, sure-shot, self-taught exit plan
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