Hide and Seek

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By Sandwich Massacre

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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