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I can please myself

I can please myself with the little things I surround myself with

I can please myself with the little things that I seek out

Seek out

I can please myself with the things I seek out

Seek out

I can please myself with the things I seek out, surround myself

I can please myself with the things I seek out, seek out

Torn red

Caradine

Down with heaven

Even-sanded

Underrented

Sheep and wool ray

I'm no breakin'

Preaching eases

Sore important

All converted

He's an agent

Even one

I can't repeat it

I can't repeat it

I can't repeat it

On the mouths of many

Saving Jesus water

Calm in the face of annihilation

Cutting the wall it came in

I ain't got any roles here

I am the teller of the causage-age

I get chased in both crosshairs

I got my jaws in my carrion

I covered my teeth in my severin'

I got my seven by seven rules

I covered my face in my gospel book

And I had them all frozen in my blood

There instead

You've gotta make it thick

No need of exposé

Maybe we don't got to say it

No fool hears what I said

For read sit back stereo

All years it was so plain

I've been waiting to bring back this chain, ooh

I ain't gotta exchange that wonder

Who's the Kodak, I want sleeping Keena

All the torn out the blown out achiever

All the walls and the days as they tease of

I'm born every day

I'm all over that thing

I'm all over that thing

I'm all over that thing

I'm all over that

Even more, my chest more stabbed

All I know is there is more blood

More sleep at least achieved

White roses, my God

All I know it there is more blood

White roses, my God

White roses, my God

White roses, my God

White roses, my God

White roses, my God