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Duration

4:19

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

Lyrics

you can slice the pie of blame over my suicide made with pointed fingers and the tears i cried there's lots to go 'round so baby don't be shy go ahead and have some, i know you want a slice i lived withourt rhythm like the falling snow a million deaths per second and nothing to show melting on the ground before they got to grow with no heaven above them and no hell below when i slipped and fell i didnt blame the rock salt when i felt discarded i knew it wasnt the trashes fault when i was broke i didnt blame the bank vault when the road was hard i knew it wasnt the asphalt