Lyrics La fille engagère - La Bottine Souriante
I
feel
my
teeth
turning
black
I
feel
my
hands
too
cold
to
grasp
this
neck
My
instrument
at
last
I'll
strangle
it
to
death
I
hear
the
laughs
outside
the
speaker
at
my
attempts
at
serious
Won't
hold
a
candle
to
the
rest
won't
hold
a
candle
to
the
best
More
like
a
key
chain
flashlight
busted
I'm
adolescent
novelty
With
awkward
wording
I'm
generic
generica
I
feel
my
lungs
turning
black
I
feel
the
smokestacks
closing
in
Dirty
fingers
prewritten
dreams
Selling
life
as
a
machine
I
feel
my
aching
bones
inside
me
Shrivel
away
like
artifacts
With
an
ensignia
on
the
back
Lettered
and
taped
in
body
bags
It's
cutting
off
my
circulation,
they've
won,
I'm
breaking
up
on
the
outside
I
crumble
like
dust
and
am
carried
away.
Lets
place
our
bets
on
all
of
our
friends
See
in
the
end
which
were
despensable
anyway
Expand
the
margins
of
these
papers
Writing
words
I
never
meant
to
say
And
I'll
let
go
this
photograph
says
so
I'll
let
go
I
swear
to
God
of
everything
you
told
me
so
Webster's
would
be
pissed
at
my
disrespect
for
protocol
Britannica's
a
liar
the
world
can't
be
this
small
Hands
in
the
sack,
attacked,
never
going
back
To
those
who
are
taking
role
Their
potentials
offer
me
nothing
at
all
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