days go by
these thieves,
dressed in sleeves of white
stand on
chests of heaving sighs
night trips
followed closely by
white sleeved, thick thieves hum
swallowing words
that stick in your lungs
find it all
in a mess on the tables
are turning
it sounds like you've said this a hundred times
each louder, more boring
the twitch, the itch,
the sting, smooth stump
Sick lung, the hum
With some, without
Thick dumb, smooth stump
So loud, without
these thieves,
dressed in sleeves of white
stand on chest of heaving sighs
night trips, followed closely by
white sleeved, thick thieves hum.
swallowing words
that stick in your lungs
find it all
in mess on the tables
are turning
it sounds like you've said this hundred times
each louder, more boring,
and high...
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Lyrics submitted by Dustin.