Wide Mouth - 40 Grit

Life

You think you just know it all.

You’re frayed

As your concentration breaks.

Come down

Off this politician rage.

For now

Just think, just stink,

Just think, just stink of me.

It can be your way.

Write the book of life

I can be your way.

Is this arranged?

Is this right?

Is this the way that you come at me?

This is arranged.

This is Deranged.

This is deranged.

This isn’t right.

Why don’t you just think, just stink

Just think, just stink like me?

More have suffered.

War has suffered.

Whore of sufferage

More have fucked alone

It’s been years since I’ve

figured out,

I’ve seen you dead.

We died, reformed

Many resons why

Wished voices come true

Just for you, just for you

Life — you’re frayed —

come down — for now

For now