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No place for me to fit in, sometimes not even my own skin The 65th crayon on the floor next to the 64 count special edition tin The two dollar DVD bin is even out of reach, at a loss as to where else to begin I guess it's back to the drawing board to start over once again Not a chance of bein' normal as an outcasted heathen But that's never been a why for me, to fit in is not a win I've been sittin' in this same place like a mannikin with a phoney grin A clothespin holdin' together the fabric of my being with such discipline But a strong gust of wind tears through like blowing your nose into a cheap napkin Patched together like a quilt of sin read like a story board of which I'm a star in Stitched together by not giving in, givin' it all I can, taking every shot to the chin But life's not getting the win by KO or even by decision I'm gonna need to be taken out the ring on a stretcher with blue skin But the goal isn't really to win but to survive this doomed zeppelin I start thinking maybe I can take this aggression and passion and turn it in... ...to a winnin' combination and spread it through the nation Empower an entire generation, awaken an entire population But all they'll see is Frankenstein's monster ©2018
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
~•§•~ Frankenstein's Monster ~•§•~
No place for me to fit in, sometimes not even my own skin The 65th crayon on the floor next to the 64 count special edition tin The two dollar DVD bin is even out of reach, at a loss as to where else to begin I guess it's back to the drawing board to start over once again Not a chance of bein' normal as an outcasted heathen But that's never been a why for me, to fit in is not a win I've been sittin' in this same place like a mannikin with a phoney grin A clothespin holdin' together the fabric of my being with such discipline But a strong gust of wind tears through like blowing your nose into a cheap napkin Patched together like a quilt of sin read like a story board of which I'm a star in Stitched together by not giving in, givin' it all I can, taking every shot to the chin But life's not getting the win by KO or even by decision I'm gonna need to be taken out the ring on a stretcher with blue skin But the goal isn't really to win but to survive this doomed zeppelin I start thinking maybe I can take this aggression and passion and turn it in... ...to a winnin' combination and spread it through the nation Empower an entire generation, awaken an entire population But all they'll see is Frankenstein's monster ©2018
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
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