The Obituaries

[00:15.34] We stumble and stare at the carnival lights that lit up New York City,
[00:47.51] From the rooftop in Brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti.
[00:52.78] And then I let a thousand splinters pierce right through my spoiled liver,
[00:59.42] Whatever that was left of it.
[01:14.22] 'Cuz I cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery.
[01:19.75] Maybe I'm not dying I'm just living in decaying cities,
[01:24.96] But I'm still healthy, I'm still fine,
[01:27.68] I'll be spending all my time readin' the obituaries.
[01:43.80] But I will fuck this up,
[01:46.48] I fucking know it.
[01:48.92] I will fuck this up,
[01:51.93] I fucking know it.
[01:54.29] I will fuck this up,
[01:57.18] I fucking know it.
[01:59.60] I will fuck this up,
[02:02.51] I fucking know it.
[02:26.16] 'Cuz I am the shadow of the wax wing slave.
[02:31.63] I felt the buzz issued from window panes.
[02:37.07] I am just freaking out, yeah I'll be fine.
[02:44.72] But I will fuck this up,
[02:47.76] I fucking know it.
[02:50.06] I will fuck this up,
[02:52.98] I fucking know it.
[02:55.28] I will fuck this up,
[02:57.97] I fucking know it.
[03:00.47] I will fuck this up,
[03:04.86] I fucking know it.
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