{One time I saw her flip into a cab driver. Cut out her cancer with a rusty butter knife} Bleed, bleed, bleed it out Yeah, a rat on the scraps. The jaws to the fossil. Turn into conventional man
character's questionable. My life is a broken record. . Chorus. I'm shredding the document. I'm keeping my mouth shut. I'm running on radio silence. I'm letting the record speak. I'm shredding the
