Say a prayer for dead astronauts, say a prayer for your best/worst friend

I've got a little secret
A big fucking deal, some botched wiring in the head
Just a weekend thing
A taste, a whole one
The beginning of the end

I can't
Testing water depth
6 feet
Or to comprehend swollen ankles to the toes
Your guts hate your fucking guts

Look at little closer
So goddan blatant
A cry for help
Far from secret

(Take a look around
So goddam blatant
A cry for help
No fucking secret

Open your fucking eyes
So goddam blatant
A fucking cry for help
No fucking secret)

Put the needle in, draw a little blood back, press down

Push the plunger down

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