Holy ghosts with broken noses trying to get out of my chest sometimes
cause they've been beating down for centuries
by the hateful souls with no believe


but the five shitty fragments they gotta get out of my head sometimes
before i get out of my head sometimes
its hard to take it all under the blanket

Holy ghosts with broken noses trying to get out of my chest sometimes
and when they do i fear as if i must sit by a river for a year or two

cause sometimes
sometimes it's all the time
sometimes it's all the time
sometimes it's all the time
sometimes, sometimes it's all the time
sometimes it's all the time
sometimes it's all the time

it's all the blinky little horrible sounds from the bottom of the darkest king
we couldn't even see that we're too afraid to have ever explored the possibilities

the blinking little horrible sounds from the bottom of the darkest king
we couldn't even see that we're too afraid to have ever explored the possibilities

Dear My Body, I'm Not That Body. Dear Keith Hampson I'm Not Your Name. You Are A Shaky Boat With A Curse Upon It, But I Need You To Get To The Other Side Of The Lake.

Dear My Body, I'm Not That Body. Dear Keith Hampson I'm Not Your Name. You Are A Shaky Boat With A Curse Upon It, But I Need You To Get To The Other Side Of The Lake.

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