The Dirt

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Lyrics

Loaded, you'll eulogize before you will preach
 Rubbing your filthy hands on my speech
 My hedonistic sugar-white beach
 And the grievance that I breed
 If I fill you with fiction that won't hurt
 Will you eat up my words with the dirt?
 Outside in my inept hands, in my active eyes
 I'll use the oxygen in this room
 Call everyone I know and unhinge
 Disrupt neutrality
 You'll deliver a fable I could live
 And I'll throw it off the nearest cliff
 Long since I was as empty as a young child
 Hope lying in prospect
 I wasted my boredom hastily
 I'm a basement brimming with nothing great
 I'm a basement brimming with nothing great
 

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Duration
02:02
Key
9
Tempo
134 BPM

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