I fuckin hate the comments
Why do you feel you have to talk
Nobody asked for your opinion
Your sick sad way of jerkin off
Everyone you think you're better than
What the fuck I'm guilty too
Half the time that I'm complaining
I'm just talking shit on you
I'm sorry

Never underestimate
The poor, hungry, and desperate
My body is a temple
How much you think I could get for it
And I will take cold showers
From now on until I learn
That once you fuck with fire
All there's left to do it burn
Baby, burn, baby, burn

I could feel myself falling from an airplane
I hear static when I close my eyes
I imagine one day things settling
And I think about what that might be like

Cause I love you, I miss you
I wanna hug and kiss you
Oh I love you, I miss you
I wanna hug and kiss you
It's alright

We're all abomination?
Just like everybody else
So if you hear me talking strategy
Aw it's only to myself
Everybody's gotta have a game plan
Cut it up a couple different ways
Just hope no one remember these
The darkest of my days

When my mind is uncertain my body decides [x8]

Lyrics submitted by DarkwingDan

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