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The tyrant i know and the alien fruit, immoral and discontented
There s a war waging for the rule over me inside my skull they scratch and they bite, we are all more or less fucked in the head
I m tight-rope walking on a dubious line, we are all -more or less
the tyrant i know and the alien fruit
We are all more or less fucked in the head, which could the lesser evil be the disease or the parasite
we are all more or less fucked in the head
Logic watching in contempt from the side, we are all -more or less, which could the lesser evil be the disease or the parasite
We are all more or less fucked in the head, we are all more or less fucked in the head, unconvinced and unconverted
That keeps on changing, at the wreckage Embassy, trusting emotions that might not be mine
We are all more or less fucked in the head, we are all more or less fucked in the head, we are all -more or less
Immoral and discontented, we are all more or less fucked in the head, we are all more or less fucked in the head
unconvinced and unconverted
we are all more or less fucked in the head are we not
Trusting emotions that might not be mine, trusting emotions that might not be mine, we are all more or less fucked in the head
We are all more or less fucked in the head, the tyrant i know and the alien fruit
immoral and discontented
Immoral and discontented, we are all more or less fucked in the head
We are all more or less fucked in the head, we are all -more or less
there s a war waging for the rule over me inside my skull they scratch and they bite
Immoral and discontented, actions fueled by feelings unchecked
i m tight-rope walking on a dubious line
The tyrant i know and the alien fruit, we are all more or less fucked in the head, we are all -more or less
We are all -more or less, that keeps on changing
We are all -more or less, immoral and discontented Unconverted, there s a war waging for the rule over me inside my skull they scratch and they bite
Which could the lesser evil be the disease or the parasite, i m tight-rope walking on a dubious line, we are all -more or less
we are all -more or less
We are all -more or less, we are all -more or less
I m tight-rope walking on a dubious line, unconvinced and unconverted Unconverted, we are all -more or less
Immoral and discontented, actions fueled by feelings unchecked
The tyrant i know and the alien fruit, immoral and discontented, somewhere in the chaos is the memory of i like a childhood friend that learned how to lie about each misdemeanor
We are all -more or less, we are all -more or less
immoral and discontented
The tyrant i know and the alien fruit, learning my way around a room without lights or walls
We are all more or less fucked in the head, trusting emotions that might not be mine
We are all more or less fucked in the head, learning my way around a room without lights or walls
we are all more or less fucked in the head
We are all more or less fucked in the head, logic watching in contempt from the side
actions fueled by feelings unchecked
immoral and discontented
Logic watching in contempt from the side, immoral and discontented
Immoral and discontented, which could the lesser evil be the disease or the parasite
The tyrant i know and the alien fruit, which could the lesser evil be the disease or the parasite
we are all more or less fucked in the head
Which could the lesser evil be the disease or the parasite, learning my way around a room without lights or walls of, logic watching in contempt from the side
We are all more or less fucked in the head, immoral and discontented
logic watching in contempt from the side
At the wreckage, trusting emotions that might not be mine
We are all more or less fucked in the head, unconvinced and unconverted, trusting emotions that might not be mine
We are all more or less fucked in the head, the tyrant i know and the alien fruit of, that keeps on changing
Immoral and discontented, we are all -more or less
We are all -more or less, learning my way around a room without lights or walls, we are all -more or less
We are all more or less fucked in the head, there s a war waging for the rule over me inside my skull they scratch and they bite