Hey yo bloc party, tonight your sound is my thirst.
Block the right spots and arteries, block the riots in the bloody mind. Block them all, block them all. I might as well just sink into it and never be found in a state of mind like this. For a long time, I said out. I fucking said I want out.
But no one heard. They thought I was bullshit.
Still I am going to put on my dancing shoes not withstanding the half bled scabs on my knees and sham a merry show, for this is what the world would want of me. All these great expectations, it's like drinking poison eating glass - spit.
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