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I'm not myself, I am A broken boxer stuffed with glass and sand This is not how health should feel Songs sung from the lungs of the elderly I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh I'm dead now, can you hear the relief As life's belligerent symphony's finally ceased, oh I put my heart where my mouth is Now I can't thumb it down again I've gone deviled my kidneys Now he's living inside of me If we can't bring an exorcist I'll settle for one of your stiffest drinks We'll scream hell towards heaven's door And now I'll piss on your front porch I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh I'm dead now, can you hear the relief As life's belligerent symphony's finally ceased, oh We're all dead now, join hands and we'll sing To the glory of hell and the virtue of sin Letras de cancionesThere's something wrong with me There's something wrong with me There's something wrong with me And there is nothing like poetry So there you rob me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies There is something wrong with me Oh, there's something wrong with me Oh, there's nothing like poetry Oh you rob me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies There is something wrong with me From Letras Mania