Ah… It’s a calculated crumble May it rumble through the night Mr. Mark-my-words ain’t crazy, He just sworn he seen the light And my insides are all ragged from the work that I been doing on myself Oh my insides are all ragged, but they tell me that it’s good for my health For my ah… affliction
Well, you gotta stand for something I would die for my beliefs I would shout 'em from the rooftops I would take 'em to the streets Or more likely I will sit at home and type them ‘til my fingers bleed Or more likely I will kill for them and blame it on society
Blame it on this ah… Call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction Ah… this affliction
It’s a crooked combination Of grandeur and grief Pick apart my lonely heart It’s morbid motif But I look pretty from a distance and the rest is history Won’t you paste my face under my name in Georgia and call it breaking?
Call it ah… Call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction Ah… this affliction
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