Soak it up like the sponge I am Wring it over my face and hands, all over Consume me in my shackled state, devastate, recreate Those those things you'll never be.
Taste of vinegar, Taste of vinegar, Taste of vinegar
Take my scars make me pretty on the outside Make me pretty on the outside Make me pretty on the outside Cause you kill my inspiration Just like Mark David Chapman
Sometimes I balance on the brink Think about how many times it takes to tumble over Consume me in my shackled state, devastate, recreate Those those things you'll never be
Taste of vinegar, Taste of vinegar, Taste of vinegar
Take my scars make me pretty on the outside Make me pretty on the outside Make me pretty on the outside Cause you kill my inspiration, With no instigation Just like Mark David Chapman
Take my scars make me pretty on the outside Make me pretty on the outside Make me pretty on the outside Cause you kill my inspiration, With no instigation Just like Mark David Chapman
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