April 16, 2016
Maybe they melted
Maybe they fried
I really don't know how they died
Shot and left
During a theft
Who knows anymore
My brain is already out the door
Maybe it melted
Maybe it fried
I really don't know how it died
Shot and left
During a theft
Who know anymore
I'm already out the door
Out to explore
With people galore
They keep me sane
So I can refrain
For killing us all
Because together well fall
I mean
Maybe we melted
Maybe we fried
I really don't care how we died
Because we're all dead
And there's nothing left in our heads
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