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Possesions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true I've got a bed
And A guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right I've got a floor
So what? So What? So What?
I've got pockets full of lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And onto the floor
My closest friend, linoleum... linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sportin' a pocket full of change
That's me in the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin
Singin' jibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
- Album:
- Just Can’t Hate Enough x2 – Plus Other Hate Songs
- Reach Beyond the Sun
- Misanthropy Pure
- Hearts Once Nourished With Hope And Compassion
- Miscellaneous
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 149
- Metal Blade Records 2013 Sampler
- A Comprehensive Retrospective or: How We Learned to Stop...
- A Whole New Level of Sickness
- A Profound Hatred of Man
- The Soundtrack to Your Life
- Trustkill Winter 2003 Sampler
- That Within Blood Ill-Tempered