Music: Miss Black America
Lyrics: Seymour Glass
Currently unreleased
My ambitions all used to mean so much to me
I threw myself into everything face-first
A darling bud of atropine
I dedicated my small life to trying not to fall
Into the habit of dying
Twice
Twice as thick
As the shit I'm full of
Twice
Twice as thick
As the shit I'm full of
Steadfast and secure
And feeling myself atrophy
"Lean into it"
The cancer for the cure,
The killer is this apathy
While tiptoeing round expensive quicksand,
We will fall into the habit of dying
Twice
Twice as thick
As the shit I'm full of
Twice
Twice as thick
As the shit I'm full of
No situation here
No situation here
No situation here
No situ
No situation here
No situation here
No situation here
No situ
No situation here
No situation here
No situation here
No
No.

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