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the last time you saw me I was drowning in your flem and I thought "cool" every word just dropped me like a bag of sand I'll sit all alone and figure your next move instead of moving on, we move more closer to this [chorus] words can cut like jagged blades of grass the more I disconnect from you the closer I become seeing the real you might take a little time were walking to the fore-front were dancing all alone and on this Sunday morn were walking to the church and I say "HEY!" they're dressed in black except for me im here to be the thorn inside the side of you to nail you to that cross for the world to see and I say [chorus] happy are we like children on Christmas seeing you behind those thin white sheets I think I'll paint your face perfume to hide the smell parade your dead body down the block and dance on your grave From Letras Mania