Night Still Comes

My brain makes drugs to keep me slow
 A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh
 But now, not even the masons know
 What drug will keep night from coming
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 There are so many tools that are made for my hands
 But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand
 And there's always someone to say it's easy for me
 But I revenge myself all over myself
 There's nothing you can say to me
 You never held it at the right angle
 You never held it at the right angle
 Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
 But wash your hands of it
 Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
 Because you can't hold it.
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 Did they poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl?
 If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle?
 I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more.
 Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the forest
 A boreal feast, let it finish me, please.
 Cause I revenge myself all over myself.
 There's nothing you can do to me.
 You never held it at the right angle
 You never held it at the right angle
 Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
 But wash your hands of it
 Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
 Because you can't own it.
 You never held it at the right angle,
 You never held it at the right angle.
 You never held it,
 You never held it,
 You never held it, oh...
 You never held it,
 You never held it,
 You never held it, oh...
 You never held it,
 You never held it,
 You never held it, oh...