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My fist in the air, blocking out the sun If only I had a definite record of all the crying I'd done The business of being an alcoholic's son All my miles and measurements, I'm feeling stung Keep your pennies out of my wishing well my thoughts lead me to dwell, melt and swell Got an internal organ with 4 chambers forged in Hell My soundtrack, beats me feelings that I could never tell And I am still trying to tickle myself well, again, But this internal organ, so swollen, please mend got a parasitic adventure of death in this head. drawn and spent, ripped apart, so much for these 4 chambers in my heart. So much for these 4 chambers in my heart. So much for these four chambers in my heart. warm and sticky riding fluid into your center, i materialize words and letters, im a goliath of your dreams and i make everything better. i make everything worse and hellish, things i say are disgusting and brackish, i leak radiation and my teeth are yellow, hello, goodbye, no more hello's.