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i want to breath under your skin
but i
am still waiting for my soul to be justified
still waiting for my soul to be purified
still waiting for my soul
and the door gets slammed in my face
the cocaine bags attached to my tongue and i
i lay here weak and lifeless as i watch you leave with tears in your face
i know i
need to wait for my soul to be justified
need to wait for my soul to be purified
need to wait for my soul
you say “i watch you sleep”
as my insides cringe up
hold on, ive got to throw this onto canvas
ive got to take a break from laying with you
youve got to take a break from loving with me and i
dont think i can wait for my soul to be justified
dont think i can wait for my soul to be purified
dont think i can wait for my soul
no more sharply flavoured squares of paper
numbing my tongue the instant it steps foot in my mouth
no more colourful candy shaped death
except when you leave me, as you leave me, as you leave me, i
am remind of the other times, the times you werent here when i needed you
the times i get thrown out, get disregarded, start premeditating, and i
beg God for my soul to be justified
beg God for my soul to be purified
beg God for my soul
i need to breath under your skin
need you to keep the hair out of my face
need to stop the skin from crumbling away, from disintegrating, from melting
as the torch burns it ways through our mouths and cuts our tongues in half
and these straws we share is that bond that can never be broken
later on as i am almost dead i am fully aware. fully alive. fully magnificent
its time for the next show, the next low, the next drum solo
and i can steal your skin and throw away the blow up doll
and i
know its time for my soul to be justified
know its time for my soul to be purified
know its time for my soul
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