The Itch
Album: The Lucid Paper Palace Project
By: Mock Sun
By: Mock Sun
Duration
4:52
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Lyrics
Words don't mean what we say they mean We never mean what we say we mean I never know what I really mean But none of this really means anything Scratchin' itches 'till I fuckin' bleed Fallin' down onto my knees As I pray to the god who fuels my disease Somebody, anybody help me please A consequence of confidence now I'm scratchin' the itch Breakin' bricks I call my bones Diggin' ditches to make myself at home From the mouth I'm drippin' foam So don't come near me just leave me alone A consequence of confidence now I'm scratchin' the itch Between high and low the bruises show But I'm sayin all the things you don't need to know Cover my belly and hide my toes Leave my eyes open for the hungry crows