My heart's riddled with stitches,
I'm that asphyxiated kind
And I've become arthritis
We all float. We all float down here.
You're white and tasteless,
wide- eyed and shameless.
My conscience ain't clear. How the
Do you get it, get it, get it yet?
Reaping machine's taken hold of me,
And lead me underneath so it can be,
We'll be fucking inseparable. x2
I can't breathe (What have you done?)
I can't breathe (What have you
You're white and tasteless,
wide- eyed and shameless.
My conscience ain't clear. How the
Do you get it, get it, get it yet?
Get it, get it, get it yet?
And you'll float here to.