paroles de chanson 1991 - Covey
Take
a
sip
from
the
cup
of
piping
hot
procrastination
That's
another
sleepless
night
from
all
my
sleep
hallucinations
Point
my
finger
at
the
cause
Mom
hates
dad
and
dad
hates
mom
But
they
did
pretty
well
to
salvage
something
broken
Since
the
year
of
'91
A
different
home
every
year
creates
an
oddly
scattered
head
Filled
with
unproductive
thoughts
that
pair
with
existential
dread
I
am
in
desperate
need
of
therapy
but
cannot
pay
the
bills
How
do
you
put
a
price
on
mental
health
Whilst
everybody's
burning
I'll
rest
with
this
in
my
guts
As
I'm
forced
through
the
incinerator
It's
cold,
it's
calculated
And
it
won't
stop
'til
I'm
obliterated
Two
years
ago
you
came
to
visit
my
completely
empty
home
We
built
a
tree
out
of
the
cardboard
that
we
found
out
on
the
streets
We
spent
our
Christmas
at
the
dollar
store
And
you
cried
a
lot
that
morning
Said
you
hated
this
whole
situation
right
as
mom
was
calling
I'll
rest
with
this
in
my
guts
As
I'm
forced
through
the
incinerator
It's
cold,
it's
calculated
It
won't
stop
'til
I'm
obliterated
Well,
I
wasn't
an
easy
child
I
was
stubborn
to
the
core
Filled
with
a
distrust
in
authority
and
a
new
found
feeling
I
did
not
understand
Which
grew
and
manifested
in
this
hollow
home
That
creaked
and
splintered
With
every
step
I
took
Well
I'm
sorry
mom,
and
I'm
sorry
dad
I'm
sorry
Sammy
for
the
distance
and
the
aftermath
That
stained
and
desecrated
the
person
that
I
am
today
The
sour
discoloration
that
fills
my
day
to
day
I'll
rest
with
this
in
my
guts
As
I'm
forced
through
the
incinerator
Yeah,
it's
cold,
it's
calculated
And
it
won't
stop
'til
I'm
obliterated
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