Hide and Seek, by Sandwich Massacre
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Don’t deny me a place in your home
You know the rules of my game
Don’t act like you don’t
Let me play; let me win
Let me drown in our sin
Let me cook in your brain
When you’re stoned
You opened these windows so I’m jumping out
I’ll scare you, impair you, is that what you want?
Well you did it, I’m jumping
You may find it disgusting
But why is your finger so close to your mouth?
Its silly you try to refute
You lose more this way
I won’t stain your repute
Put your hand on my lips
Take a few dying sips
Let me cook in your brain
It won’t hurt
Don’t hide behind the mask of morale
Your god won’t leave, but I could now
Take advantage, be open
Indulge in a few silly moments
If it’s a game, it won’t last anyhow
I’m inches away from your name
Don’t make a new game
It’s confusing that way
So grab me this time
We won’t live in a lie
We’ll just stick our feet in
And see how it goes
Don’t deny me a place in your home
I won’t stay for long
But it will be fun
Let me cook in your brain
Make you stoned
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Posted: 2006-02-09 06:13:15 UTC |
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