Pick apart my brain
Then put it back together
The right way so that I can think after
I want to think after
The kids are on fire
There all screaming for help now
The parents conspire to cut them out
Well they got to get out
You're the spark the one who started it all
And your wrong and I'm wrong
The voices in my head
Say that I should go to bed
And all your family and friends
All get divorces
Well that's kind of fucked up

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