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The days are spent
Chatting amongst the workers
Of how cold it is outside
Not to mention their greatest fears
Like finding their children
Neglected and naked
In bed with some crack fiends
Like a substitute for love
And no one notices
Something's disrupting
The normal swing of things
These hands are shaking
They've lost all trust in me
Regrets, regrets
This memory has weakened
Now I recall everything
What's with all the commotion?
I swear there's nothing to see here
You didn't see coming
Already
This is the part when the ambulance comes
There's a dead man in the street
We gotta take him to morgue
He can't be here
He's been blocking traffic for hours
We can't find him help, his will
Something's disrupting
The normal swing of things
This institution will run efficiently
Standard regrets
Send the misses our regards
Sign it "deepest sympathies."
Sympathies: some patronage for the weak
I swallowed so much
Now I'm choking it up
I refuse to say they won;
I win the poison all mixed up in my head
On my head, all those phonies were liars
I've wrote this down a thousand times
I think it's really dark
I don't need this
This just walked in
Break it down
Break it down
Break it down
Break it down
Break it down
Break it down
Break it down
Break it down
Break it down
I don't need this
Sympathy
I don't need this