The Obituaries [Explicit]

[00:42.99] We stumble and stare at the carnival lights that lit up New York City
[00:47.68] From the rooftop in Brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti
[00:52.83] And then I let a thousand splinters pierce right through my spoiled liver
[00:59.66] Whatever that was left of it
[01:14.50] 'Cause I cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery
[01:19.87] Maybe I'm not dying, I'm just living in decaying cities
[01:25.18] But I'm still healthy, I'm still fine
[01:27.91] I'll be spending all my time readin' the obituaries
[01:43.77] But I will fuck this up
[01:46.70] I fucking know it
[01:49.15] I will fuck this up
[01:52.14] I fucking know it
[01:54.35] I will fuck this up
[01:57.27] I fucking know it
[01:59.57] I will fuck this up
[02:02.34] I fucking know it
[02:26.07] 'Cause I am the shadow of the wax wing slave
[02:31.87] I felt the buzz issued from window panes
[02:37.18] I am just freaking out, yeah, I'll be fine
[02:44.73] But I will fuck this up
[02:47.23] I fucking know it
[02:49.78] I will fuck this up
[02:52.66] I fucking know it
[02:55.32] I will fuck this up
[02:58.07] I fucking know it
[03:00.42] I will fuck this up
[03:03.16] I fucking know it
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