Byzantine from Cheaters' Rights by Cheaters' Rights

I was driving, it was cold out
I felt guilty, I was out of the house
my future was in brimstone, that ship had set its course
I let it burn my feet like the black tar on the playground
swoop down from your porch I'll show you what the world is worth
I go to sleep to the sound of a thousand birds in a dissonant chorus

doctors are going on strike
military's being sent in
professors are doing what they do best
and the psychiatrists prescribe it away

I have gone feral
the sea's foaming at my mouth
I ate an apple
there's vitamins in this house
honey, oh honey, I left my boots at home

you think I left you on vibrate
so you take out the plastic things that make you feel numb
it won't be your last mistake even though
it feels so at the time and we regard it as such

doctors are going on strike
military's being sent in
professors are doing what they do best
and the psychiatrists prescribe it away

it was constant and incessant
I was fired at, and I fired back
with the ramifications of infinity
why do you neglect your dirty rotten
sheets while you pour us yet another one?
if I had my say, you wouldn't even
be familiar with the taste

plastic bags
I am no Justinian
burned hands
couldn't just not let you in
doctors are going on strike
military's being sent in
professors are doing what they do best
and the psychiatrists prescribe it away,
prescribe it away,
prescribe it away,


I have gone feral
the sea's foaming at my mouth
I ate an apple
there's vitamins in this house
honey, oh honey, I left my boots at home

I have gone feral
the sea's foaming at my mouth
I ate an apple
there's vitamins in this house
honey, oh honey, I left my boots at home

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