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There s knives in my drain, every man s madness
i m split and unbled and i m ripped to the sore
My windows are on the street, i m ripped to my youth In, empty splints in my brain
i m ripped to my youth
Empty splints in my brain, i ve got the cancer of birth, forced fists in my brain
Every man s madness, i ve got the cancer of birth
Empty splints in my brain, i m split and unbled and i m ripped to the sore

Forced fists in my brain, what s the use, my windows are on the street
Broken fingers of passion and every girl s sad, every man s madness and i m hurdling ripped to the core, what s the use
forced fists in my brain
my windows are on the street
Forced fists in my brain, there s knives in my drain, and there s shafts in my brain
i ve broken the cardboard
I m ripped to my youth, i m blackened and bleeding, i m blackened and bleeding

and there s knives in my drain
what s the use
There s knives in my drain, and there s knives in my drain, every man s madness
Curling the hairs and every man s mad, it s every man s dream
There s knives in my drain, every man s madness
Curling the hairs and every man s mad, there s knives in my drain
I m ripped to my youth, and i ask what s the use The, i ve got the cancer of birth

I m split and unbled and i m ripped to the sore, and there s knives in my drain, i m blackened and bleeding
there s knives in my drain
and there s knives in my drain
I m ripped to my youth, i ve broken the cardboard
i ve broken the cardboard
I m ripped to my youth, there s knives in my drain, i blacken the walls as i suffer my youth
I ve broken the cardboard, i m ripped to my youth, i ve got the cancer of birth

i m split and unbled and i m ripped to the sore
My windows are on the street, it s every man s dream
Broken fingers of passion and every girl s sad, i ve broken the cardboard
Every man s madness, it s every man s dream
Broken fingers of passion and every girl s sad, curling the hairs and every man s mad
what s the use
it s every man s dream

Broken fingers of passion and every girl s sad, i ve broken the cardboard, there s knives in my drain
Every man s madness and i m hurdling ripped to the core, i ve got the cancer of birth
And i ask what s the use, curling the hairs and every man s mad, there s knives in my drain