I'm Dead Too
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Just because I feel the pain of pain
Just because I seem to use my brain
That don't mean I'm not just as maimed
That don't mean a thing
Just because my flesh is on the bone
My mouth moves, it's screaming on the phone
That don't mean there's somebody home
That don't mean a thing
No one feels me
When I reach them, my hands pass through
I'm dead, too
Just like you
Open up and I pour the liquid in
What a waste of oranges and gin
Wash away my puddle full of sin
I don't taste a thing
Just because I'm still this side of ground
That don't mean I'm not breaking down
De-composing, erasing every sound
I don't hear a thing
Cut my body
Break my fingers
Tear up my brain
I'm dead, too
Just like you
Think you're the only one underneath the stone could be somebody?
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