Textbook from Bang Bang by Adam Buckland Ensemble

You've asked me several times a week
Take a look, I'm not conceding
I could hold your throat flush to the ground
But let's not go there
There is no you and me
Just this illness in-between
And I'm booked in 9am Monday
To have that removed

So, build your candied bunkers
Be divorced from all emotion
And place a template of perfection over every face you see
But just be sure of this son
We're all hit by corrosion
I can see so many holes in your overused, borrowed, reference textbook of a head

We've strengthened to compete
Our numbers aren't receding
We could jam your throats flush to the ground
So just don't go there
We have no need for you to see
Understand or to believe
And I've booked you 10am Monday
To feed you some clues

So, build your candied bunkers
Be divorced from all emotion
And place a template of perfection over every face you see
But just be sure of this son
We're all hit by corruption
I can see so many holes in your overused, borrowed, reference textbook of a head

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