Brand New Kind Of

Sloppy Meateaters

Typically I'm set to lose

you Immitate my every move

Your convictions, my invention

I'm so sorry you're not me



No I don't wanna see your face no more

I don't want you saying my name no more

I don't wanna make your scene no more



Look at you now, thrown back down to where you just belong

lying dead, you were never meant to where this

My confessions, your next lesson, you never listen to my case



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