Im walking through the city of the dead.
Im thinking of the words that I should have said.
The world has chewed me up and spit me out the end of its tongue.
When the wolves licked their lips,
I couldve swor they were falling in love.
Ive got the remedy for you.
Throw out those medicines you normally consume.
Ive got the remedy for you.
No needles and blood and swalling tongues.
Oh, brother, were falling in love.
So brace yourself.
Were cleaning you out of all your sickly addictions.
So pace yourself.
The clock is freaking you out and tearing you down.
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