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None More Black This Is Satire

If my head could start the argument. You know it would. Never good at accepting compliments. That all compliments of me. Let's go where it might be

I'm locking all the doors. I'm busting up the mirrors. Reflection is a dirty thing. It seems that's all too obvious. I didn't dim the lights enough

can I make this a metaphor for how you spit on this, For how you make me feel. Your 'sorry' gives as much as 'sorry' gets. The riff is in. The riff is

lot in a shell-shocked shelled kind of life. Thanks to modern medicine, now I'm doing alright. I've got this guitar and a pocket full of friends. It's worth more

staring at the floor. I need a little more focus. Come on, this is ridiculous. How something small has become so big. Come on, I can't consider this. I can't consider this is

to your views. It's more than points that break. There's no threat. Little promise to your life, so you take it out on music. Your talk is cheap, I don

I built a room smaller than the pendulum. Future's looking cracked up. It's more than just a patch job. What can I do now? Someday I'll get the swing