You're choking on a Jigsaw Puzzle
Cardboard claptrap
Caught in this riff raff
Pieces of hate
Which gets the last laugh
Ending gets its gift wrap
Let it circle the drain
Let it drip through the faucet
No anguish here, no pain
Nothing can be flawless
Ground it up to sausage
Feed the dogs that garbage
That morsel of mental carnage.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 3:46 AM UTC
You're choking on a Jigsaw Puzzle
Cardboard claptrap
Caught in this riff raff
Pieces of hate
Which gets the last laugh
Ending gets its gift wrap
Let it circle the drain
Let it drip through the faucet
No anguish here, no pain
Nothing can be flawless
Ground it up to sausage
Feed the dogs that garbage
That morsel of mental carnage.
I hope the best of the both of you
There's a lot more to see, and much more to do
Write it out.
"If you can't save it leave it dying on the road, wide open arms can feel so cold, so cold, feel so cold"
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