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Flotsam And Jetsam Drift

Hey, kids, where you been? I hope not out killing again What's that I see in your coat What's that scar from on your throat Film yourself ruin anybodies

Spit on lost reality, connived underneath the sun Had to go and drive the needle Of my mind right through my heart Absence of thought disturbs me I've

floor Talks from inside me Silent to most Not the voice of God Not the only ghost Dragging it behind me Can't hold on any more Slips through my fingers And

skin so hard And breathe that turpentine You're not her only hurting son But her favorite one, it seems You thought you'd die When you heard goodbye And

the side Smoked out, peeled back, unearthed The real you washes ashore I come to you for guidance I come to call a truce You take the rope I climb And