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Ventana lyrics : "Coming Apart"

I'm a little tea-pot short and stout
Smash me apart and f**king spill me out
I'm a piece of %#@!

I'm a f**king mess
I'm a little wounded bird
I fell out of my mess


I been busy tearing out my f**king mind
Don't wanna kill myself

Want to rip out my f**king eyes

To all the noices that live here

and the answers in my brain
To all the t.v. cameras
and the innocence they play

To the f**king cults
To the pop star teens
To the crooked politicians and the ones who believe.


I been busy tearing out my f**king mind
Don't wanna hurt myself

Want to rip out my f**king eyes

No other mother f**ker gonna take me down now

When I am perfectly capable of destroying myself

Don't you f**king look at me

Your pity driven stare
I'm f**king flesh and blood
I'm just a man without a care


There's nothing to see here
So pass the f**k on by

You're so obsessed with money
But you can't take it when you die


Cuz' in the end we're all the same
You're nothing better than me
We all get thrown into a hole

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I been busy tearing out my f**king mind

Don't wanna shoot myself
Want to rip out my f**king eyes


No other mother f**ker gonna take me down now
When I am perfectly capable of destroying myself


My eyes are sore
From all the %#@! i can't ignore
I feel im losing my vision

Don't let me hurt myself anymore

Cuz' when im gone, you're world is dead

I am god, you are %#@!
I am god, the world is dead
I am god, you are %#@!

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