Past Life Martyred Saints

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7.Breakfast

My arms, they are a see-through plastic
Arms are a secret bloodless skinless mess
My arms, they are a see-through plastic
They are bloodless plastic, skinless plastic
My arms, they are a see-through plastic
They are plastic

Don't you know that I will never bring
You're such a petty dream

I know I wish sometimes just so I could explain things, explain
things
I wish that every time he touched me left a mark
I wish that every time he touched me left a mark
I wish that every time he touched me left a mark
I wish that every time he touched me left a mark

I fell down in the dark
Won't you start again from way back
I almost threw up on the spot
When you showed up in that spot
I almost threw up on the spot
I want just to get out, get out

I wish I had another hope to get out
These drugs they are making me so sad
I can't stop, wanna take him with me

This night is making me so sad
If there was a way to get it out, I wanna get it out
If there was a way to get it out, I wanna get it out