Thick Skin - False Heads

Maybe I won’t wanna know

The same rot

You can’t paint on the spot

Do squeeze as tight you go

The same plot

Tied in a knot

I know how hard it can be

To sit still

In the dark it’s hard to kneel

Do tell me how much it hurts

Waiting can quench your thirst

And again and again

What a waste in the end

And again and again

One of us, one of them

And again and again

Lead you back with the scent

And again again

Spit, cough and pass it around

Smoke you out

And put you to bed instead

Rubbing thin, I itch and sting

My smear test it makes a mess

You’ll pay for the rope that chokes

One or two

The difference is minute

Maybe you won’t wanna know

It gets worse when your bubble bursts

It hurts

What a waste

What a waste

What a waste

What a waste

What a waste

What a waste