Its back up in my throat
Its crept back up in my throat
Got me a lover, got me the devil's breath, got me a curse
Got me no jesus, got me a second head, got me the worst
I''m fixed to buy love at an irrational price
Got me a cataract eye for an eye
Got me some deep shit, got me a bright brand new sunny disposition.
Slack jawed. Loose teeth. Black lungs. The perfect version of me.
Now im inanimate, im my own black hole
Im rusted to shit, girl I got no soul
...To be searching for
I've seen the difference behind those flagrant eyes
I've coughed up what was given to me
Now im fine, yeah im fine, which is fine cause now your mine.
Had me some bad dreams, heart-assist machines, had me everything.
A band of fiends, makeshift surgeries, formatted to fit tv screens.
Suck it up, load it up, keep your mouth shut and cough it up
S-s-suck it up, load it up, keep your mouth shut and fake it oh!
Fake it good. Fake it real good. X 2
Now your mine.

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