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Cold stares in the night tears roll down

Another sad clown sittin' in the room

Eyes rain tears but do you really love me

Silent and solemn Smeagol to gollum

Evil done got him

Doctors say we believe its a problem

Possessed by a demon they won't leave it inside him

They gon' leave him on Sunday

In a one man confessional with a high fever

Dry heaving and hollerin'

Check the lock bolt the door

Chop the cord on the boat float to shore

Ain't no leavin' the island

Devil whistles in his ear out of tune

On an empty a*s bed can't remember how to spoon

Can't forget how the spoon

Was the bowl for the soup for his arm

When his arm had a cold

Now the cold got his feet

Tied up in the sheets sweat drips from his cheeks

He's gonna die in hospital clothes

X3

Bed bed I rest in

Not my own

These cover make me itch

Hurt my head head I question

Not my own

These covers make me sick