Let the dead rot where they fall. You know sometimes I need a crutch just to crawl. So loathsome down inside. My heartstrings, they ain't yours to pull. Cops in latex gloves trying to search my skull. Rancid junk-thought. Elephantitus of the mind. This is my escape art exhibition, and I'm never coming back.


Lyrics submitted by FierceDeity2, edited by SixThreeTimes

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    General Commenti can't believe there's no comments for this song
    well it's very distorted one and hard to get,
    but the second verse kinda reveals it.
    and the only reason i think i know what it means is cuz im actually living it.
    I could be wrong.
    ''My heartstrings, they ain't yours to pull.(you can't hurt,manipulate me here in this place),
    Cops in latex gloves trying to search my skull.''
    (i like this line very much.
    in a cold careless world ppl usually don't look for or help each other usually so its kinda ironic when someone dies (lets say by suicide)..ironically police will gather around start to examine,think, and try to understand what did happen to this person....but its kinda dull cuz even with that they can't reach or understand this person...they will never understand....and whats more sad is they do this becuz it's their job....nothing more.)....
    greenpumpkinon January 10, 2016   Link
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    General Commentalso ultimate control,redemption in decay,suicide.
    greenpumpkinon January 10, 2016   Link
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    General CommentI think it's about kurt cobain! makes sense now.
    greenpumpkinon November 04, 2016   Link

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