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Dance across my pupils

Like you're dancing across my grave

Run down your path like you have some soul left to save

Take another stroll, walking hand in hand

It's addition by division, you'll never understand

Chorus:

Don't you think you sound a little pretentious?

Don't you speak a little high and mighty?

Your heart's been worn down, ragged and raw

Your time is up, too late to turn this thing around

Oh and don't it taste so good?

A new flavor every hour

Run down your path like you have some soul left to save

Find another hole, digging through and through

Your tunnel's caving in, you'll never learn to move

Your ship is sinking

But you just think you're swimming

It doesn't matter as long as you think you're winning

Swallow another load to keep your head from spinning

Chorus

Turn this thing around