Sometimes, I see faces of people
That somewhere inside
I know I've killed before
I know I've tried
To kill this one bitch
That just doesn't stay the
Hell out of my head
About a million times
I lose her for a while
Somewhere beyond the needle
Somewhere beyond oblivion
She doesn't like it when I let
The blackness out of me
She doesn't like me like this
With half a mind to know better
Than to fill up on bull shit
To fill up on, well,
You
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