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Dillinger Escape Plan Dillinger Escape Plan

Is the can half diseased or is the disease half canned? And is the man half machine or is the machine half man? I'm unretrofied for you Is the can half

the chain linked fence surrounds the feeble child gag your mouth to hear sweet melodies lifted your hand to swing to swing the chair pounding my brain

Dear God Protect Us Come on Laugh this time She stares, forever and then some never again Polished, barbwire smile, tricks and trade She done, so cut

Got so much salt from your lies poured into me You didn't see yourself dead already So full of it with every breath that you breathe But you forget that

As if in a dream Only one man Can know He tastes the dirt He chews the dirt The dirt The filth Now swallow The filth of it Cold sweat Runs down slow

I've masked myself so long so why have you nursed these tears and now it seems so clear the life you gave is broken ugly hmans round up razorblades taste

Game over, you win Game over, I win The Sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing The memories are fleeting, a little game of (Paper,

and now i'll hang my skin this skin transparent words of sin my love so sweet your name looks good distorted like that scrape off some skin revealing...

that lashed right on the head of the nail a thousand years it was the last moment figured it out how the honey burns figured it out stick on me so sweet