Big Rube] As I lay motionless Wondering why we so emotionally emotionless (scrap metal) My focus is not to be the brunt of the joke in this (scrap metal
You've been my golden best friend Now with post-demise at hand Can't go to you for consolation 'Cause we're off limits during this transition This grief
You and me, we're cut from the same cloth It seems to some, we famously get along But you and me are strangers to each other 'Cuz you and me, competitive
Don't you try to stop us now I just refuse Don't you try to stop us now 'Cause I just won't let you Sometimes I feel like The world is on top of me Breaking
Who? Who am I to be blue? Look at my family and fortune Look at my friends and my house Who? Who am I to feel deadened? Who am I to feel spent? Look
My misery has enjoyed company And although I have ached, I don't threaten anybody Sometimes I feel more bigness than I've shared with you Sometimes I
For hearing all my doubts so selectively For continuing my numbing relentlessly For helping you and myself, not even considering For beating myself up
withholding Be that my cue to crave you Several times in several ways I'll try to squeeze love from you Several hours and several ways I'll feast on scraps
I had disengaged to avoid being totaled I would run away and say good riddance soon enough I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling To imagine
Entertain me for the tenth hour in a row again Anesthetize me with your gossip and many random anecdotes And fill every hour with activity or ear candy
s the Kane Bring me on, and ah Scoob Lover Bring me on, and ah Scrap Lover Bring me on, and ah Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap Scrap Scrap Well it's the
including the light, much never mattered and nothing was right." i let go and got trapped this is just scrap. this is just scrap metal on the intersection
Ma hazman mesammen li Ze hacoll She'eriot shel ha'chaim Velichiot et harrega Lehatchil le-esof et hashvarim Ulai ezze yoter Atchil kzzat lema'her Leatchil
I met a skinhead named Scrap He lived in my friend?s garage Everyday he?s shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like
those things We rarely ever think about Yeah it could come from a hamburger bag or a bubble gum wrapper It's a day in the life of a little scrap piece
you fed softly on my soul. One by one burn memories, scour them from my mind. I offer up photos to feed the flames. You clothed me in your finest rags of fear. Throw me scraps
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way Deserters are legions, Digging their graves Lay down, close your eyes Sprawl in your insane certainty You ain't pleading anyone's cause A few scraps
