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Text: Beanbag. Bite The Hand.

She stripped down and the ground is so damp
And the trees look around for the sunlight they mention
Tears fall from the mildew of morning
So dust cannot live when it's placed in its hands
By the ocean it can dream of becoming glass like the sand

Flames dance on the wall in the house that is dead
Scared of what it's becoming
As water laughs at the heat that's emitted
Now a flame cannot burn when it's starved of the air
That a human must breath in order to hear it's own lies

See the place where I'm bound
We'll take these comforts so I may drown
Dig out all my shame
Leave the dirt for the world to gain

See the place where I'm bound
We'll take these comforts so I may drown
Dig out all my shame
Leave the dirt for the world to gain

Rain falls like a bullet that's fired from a gun
That is wet 'cause it's unprotected
Rust forms in the barrel now
You've had the chance but your mind is gone
And the rust erodes away under your skin

Well, I am on my hands and knees
Well, I am on my hands and knees

See the place where I'm bound
We'll take these comforts so I may drown
Dig out all my shame
Leave the dirt for the world to gain

See the place where I'm bound
We'll take these comforts so I may drown
Dig out all my shame
Leave the dirt for the world to gain

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