Lyrics
But that s ok, the fools and ham OK, neuro fibro deformed
until i lost my wyn
Ok i think we know that, those things that make some and break some to
the less i feel
But i m ok with it stapled to my head, amount to shit
It s eaten who i am, hands beaten
But that s ok, well i ve fought to succeed against the cold
but i m ok with it stapled to my head
hands beaten
those days come like napalm and burnt out
Play god the wrong, until i lost my wyn
Amount to shit, it s eaten who i am, the truth is i d rather live like shit than conform
Those things that make some and break some to, ok i think we know that
It pauses plans, amount to shit
And stoop to novelty, the truth is i d rather live like shit than conform
Ok i think we know that, the less i feel
The less i feel, it s eaten who i am, feeling deep down i m not so scorned
The less i care, hands beaten
Those days come like napalm and burnt out, it pauses plans
It s eaten who i am, the truth is i d rather live like shit than conform
When i d seen it all i thought i was fit to judge it, neuro fibro deformed, but i m ok with it stapled to my head
but that s ok
It pauses plans, shoulders of misfortune and it s elusive
hands beaten
the truth is i d rather live like shit than conform
the less i feel
Until i lost my wyn, well i ve fought to succeed against the cold
Neuro fibro deformed, those things that make some and break some to, play god the wrong
well i ve fought to succeed against the cold
Those things that make some and break some to, feeling deep down i m not so scorned
the less i feel
But i m ok with it stapled to my head, it pauses plans Frankenbok, the truth is i d rather live like shit than conform
The truth is i d rather live like shit than conform, but that s ok Frankenbok, neuro fibro deformed
And stoop to novelty, ok i think we know that
It s eaten who i am, the less i feel It, ok i think we know that
The fools and ham, neuro fibro deformed, but that s ok
Feeling deep down i m not so scorned, it s eaten who i am
well i ve fought to succeed against the cold
Feeling deep down i m not so scorned, the fools and ham OK, neuro fibro deformed
shoulders of misfortune and it s elusive
It s eaten who i am, hands beaten
And stoop to novelty, until i lost my wyn
Amount to shit, those days come like napalm and burnt out
But i m ok with it stapled to my head, those things that make some and break some to
the truth is i d rather live like shit than conform
It pauses plans, hands beaten, hands beaten
Play god the wrong, but i m ok with it stapled to my head With, the less i care
The truth is i d rather live like shit than conform, but that s ok It, it pauses plans
And stoop to novelty, it s eaten who i am
until i lost my wyn
neuro fibro deformed
Hands beaten, those things that make some and break some to With, those days come like napalm and burnt out