| Drop out of grad school and run here right now |
| We'll ruin our lives or we'll figure it out |
| Kneel at the bedside and spit in my mouth |
| I'm hungry |
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| Present dissolves at impossible speed |
| No one's exempted and nor should we be |
| No dispensation, no real amnesty, no anchor |
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| Just waiting for the way we feel to change again |
| Off with our heads, off with our heads, surrender, oh |
| I'm patient with the chainsaw angling at an end |
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| Off with my head, off with my head, I'm begging |
| Let go, be dragged |
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| Depth of discovery, rate of decay |
| No medal for wavering half-apostates |
| Ascetic fetishist preening away |
| So angry |
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| arriving at diner last week |
| He beamed over coffee, peach through your cheeks |
| My brother was sober and finally free, a daydream |
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| He's waiting for the way he feels to change again |
| Off with his head, off with his head, surrender, oh |
| I'm patient with the chainsaw angling at an end |
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| Off with my head, off with my head, I'm begging |
| Let go, be dragged |
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| So much sunlight |
| Papered over |
| All I'm afraid of |
| I already know |
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| I'm waiting for the way I feel to change again |
| Off with our heads, off with our heads, surrender, oh |
| I'm patient with the chainsaw angling at an end |
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| Off with my head, off with my head, I'm begging |
| Let go, or be dragged |
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