Give Me A Name
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I know how much your mirror can burn.
Let's see everybody take a turn.
WAtch their expressions.
See them burn,
and
As the exaggerations
become lacerations
you can feel the room fill
with agitations
As the exaggerations
become lacerations
You feel the room fill
with abberation
They depart from all thought
Feel the room get hot
As the razor climbs out of
somebody's pocket,
but listen.
Can you hear that ringing
Some little girl's voice
in that dark mind singing
Of redemption,
and
As the exaggerations
become lacerations
you can feel the room fill
with agitation
As exaggerations
become agitations
you can hear their hearts fill
with compensation
Playing things off like they don't see flaws
So they won't get ripped by somebody's claws
as they rip through the flesh and the compensation
you can feel the room fill with abberation
And that razor slides along those wrists again
and you can start this song all over again.
[Chorus would repeat to fade here. Probably 2 1/2 times]
