paroles de chanson Antipsychotic - Pyrophoria
I
am
god
and
this
is
my
throne
I
am
the
heretic
throwing
the
stone
Swinging
at
the
only
voice
I've
known
There
are
people
after
me
as
I
lie
alone
I
feel
fine;
I
feel
unwell
How
many
pills
to
fix
me
from
the
pills
themselves
Chalk-white
tongue,
stuck
in
throat
The
sleep
is
what
I
hate
the
most
To
wake
without
the
glorious
jolt
I
am
two,
never
less
or
anywhere
close
I
am
a
cycler,
a
fighter,
the
doctors
boast
I
have
died
and
come
back
in
a
host
I
have
died
and
come
back
in
a
host
I
feel
fine;
I
feel
unwell
How
many
pills
to
fix
me
from
the
pills
themselves
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