Cured, by Seminary

Cured

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	Suicide Embolism As history slips away self-doubt creeps in when your self erodes your need to preach dies out gotta son, gotta chance nothing doing but a dismal spot in the dirt gotta breed, gotta breed If Im feeling good some days its not a distraction If Im feeling good I can forget where its buried If Im feeling good no reason to affix gazes If Im feeling good, some days I can sleep good warmth good Middle Guy Your middle guy Dimebag at 10pm Guilty, but its his job right Your middle guy frustrated at onions helpful, but misguided At least its never his problem Your middle guy writing your ticket exasperated Waking Up Come back and bite my face breathing boring anyway come back and manage a realty firm good to see sun whats under it, not so much came back, sweet nothing came back Slip away soon sometimes waking up is waking up The Cure/The Disease (Echo & The Bunnymen) (lyrics by Ian McCulloch) Sucker Out for blood tired stereotype Out for blood, out for warmth, out to survive lighting cigarette tired stereotype lighting cigarette with so much conviction Ive got friends who look a lot like you hurts to say it, hurts to say it Ive got friends just as dumb as you we aren't friends though Have to say I think its embarrassing Have to say? Careful what you say Dont want to get in trouble Careful what you say Cop out of uniform Theres a sucker living every minute theres a sucker living all your minutes