Cut it up, cut it up
Who's on the seventh floor brewing alternatives What's in the bottom drawer waiting for things to give Spare us the cutter, spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the mustard
Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean
Come to the free for all with celo-tape and knives Some of us six feet tall, we will escape our lies Spare us the cutter, spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the mustard
Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean
Am I the happy loss? Will I still recoil When the skin is lost? Am I the worthy cross? Will I still be soiled When the dirt is off?
Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean
Watch the fingers close when the hands are cold
Am I the happy loss? Will I still recoil When the skin is lost? Am I the worthy cross? Will I still be soiled When the dirt is off?
Am I the happy loss? Will I still be soiled When the dirt is off?
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