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The passenger almost died today
Got his blood smeared across my face
They say that he might be okay
But he'll never be the same
Fought off the consequences
Up 'til he mangled his wrists
I think I should send my ass away
To smooth the wrinkles out my brain
Make me ordinary
Weight drips from his body
Blame it on bad, bad luck
I got a hunch it's something big
Like the collector collecting
Enough's enough, I've had e-****ing-nough
And with a skull that ****ing thick
I'd like to see you get through it
Enough's enough, e-mother****ing-nough
It's just a joke, a bit
A game he plays, but he always ****ing wins
A bone to pick
This ugliness needs unpacking
And through the mist
I spot a rift that's opening
Sleep
Until you're thirty-nine
Then have a little kid
Just like your daddy did
Then let him watch you sick and growing old
Breathe
Until you're forty-five
Then have another kid
Just like your daddy did
Then let them watch you sick and growing mold
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