Burn The Evidence

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Slaves On Dope - Rock

Burn The Evidence

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We all need therapy, 'cause God never seems to listen Open up the pharmacy, and you'll hear the angels crying I never sleep She's lying on the plastic beach And it's reflecting right at me I never sleep Burn the evidence I fill the void when I'm fucking you Locked in the white room with no view It's irrelevant My life is quickly turning to A catch 22 I've lost all self control There's no light in this hole It will destroy me, break mе Set me up to fail I'm like a timе bomb Chemical, comatose, medical, overdose Counting tiles on the ceiling Forty-five or sixty-seven The telephone's always ringing This conversation's going nowhere Ahhhh insomniac Burn the evidence I fill the void when I'm fucking you Locked in the white room with no view Call the ambulance My life is quickly turning to A catch 22! I've lost all self control There's no light in this hole It will destroy me, break me Set me up to fail I'm like a time bomb Chemical, comatose, medical, overdose As my life seems to fade One second isn't a second at all Ignore it but it never goes away

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