The fight's not over, thanks for reminding me
Grind the teeth, jagged stories of how things should be
Now i count on things that come with the spring
I fought myself 'til i was sore

Poor excuse for petty theft

Our figures don't match, i'm a line pointing down
Small numbers and hand-outs
Though no demons inside
Just a couple of stinky monkees with cadillacs
Roaming in the jelly of the beast

Thumbs up, hats off, a pat in the back
I'm alive and well, though our figures don't match...

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