Alice In Chains A Little Bitter Lyrics

Oh how the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking

Oh Lord is this a test?
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick and he wants me crazy

Who are you?
Who can say it's ok to live through me?

Live to be part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine

Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah?
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking

You spend me like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed

You feed

The body is a temple
A dormant alter to where infantile men lie around itching and nibbling
hoping for a small piece of sanity, that of which you can not give


Buying pennies with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
While the Hell I'm taking

Hide from life
You know they'll remember me

They are abhored in self-worth
All that matters much to me

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