Trazodone
Trophy Scars
I eat my Trazodone and go to bed.
Wake up in the morning with holes in my head.
My friends a doctor,
he tells me I'm fine as long as I don't eat them all the time.
There's a man in my dreams.
He's silhouetted by the dawn's soft gleam.
He lights a smoke he shows his teeth.
He tells me "Son, I'm the devil you feed."
Here's the problem with the devil though,
I guess I just don't believe.
His eyes burn red and emits a grin
He asks "Son, will you follow me?"
Then the man's face starts to change.
All the sudden he looks just like me.
Somehow I've seen this all before.
Exactly where I'm not so sure.
Or is it when? I couldn't say.
Time and space tend to disagree.
Then I wake from my sleep.
I floss the Trazodone from my teeth.
I take a shower and I comb my hair.
I trim my beard then I look in the mirror
and I almost can't believe my eyes:
My mouth open wide, paralyzed in fear.
Oh look at the martyr.
He burned himself alive out of sheer cold terror.
Some claim it was murder. They saw the devil in his bed with his lover.
You all hate a martyr.
You hate the bed you're sleeping in and all its horror.
Her motive was murder.
Well I'm the ghost that's haunting you forever and ever.
You're right my heart it was a desert.
You're right, your love was the drink.
I wouldn't take one goddamn sip so I could die or go to sleep
No no no.
So she burned me like coal,
'cause killers like her, they don't ever let you go.
I love the worst kind of criminals.
The kind that eat your heart.
The kind that steal your soul.
Look at the martyr.
He burned himself alive out of sheer cold terror.
Some claim it was murder.
They saw the devil in his bed with his lover.
You all hate a martyr.
You hate the bed you're sleeping in and all its horror.
Her motive was murder.
Well I'm the ghost that's haunting you forever and ever.
Laying there with a ghost in my mouth.
Andy tells me to spit her out.
Oh Lord I want to spit you out.
Laying there with the ghost in my mouth.
Oh Laur...I want to spit her out.
Everything that you said to me,
all the words that you said to me.
Everything that you said to me was make believe, just make believe.
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