I'm a climber on  a cliff face ,
climbing out of disgrace
and I stand over the mistakes I've made
Like a butcher with a bloody blade.
I stand over the mistakes I've made,
Like a butcher with a bloody blade

It's no simple situation .
some things are so slippery,
snot and snakes and snail trail slime,
and lying.
I'm trying all the time,
simplified . simple life.
simple rhymes.

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Some days  I'm  dancing  on my own grave,
like a clown at the parade.
But I stand over the mistakes I've made
like a butcher with a bloody blade.
I stand over the mistakes I've made,
Like a butcher with a bloody blade

I'm tongue-twisting tryna trick myself
testing  my blade .
trying one testing two tasting three.
victory
always tastes like defeat.
taste of blood.
taste of meat.

 

I'm a climber on  a cliff face ,
climbing out of disgrace.
Some days  I'm  dancing  on my own grave
Like a clown at the parade.
But  I stand over the mistakes I've made
Like a butcher with a bloody blade.
Like a butcher with a bloody blade.
Like a butcher with a bloody blade.

 

Repetition . ringing bells . rum and raison.
Reasons for reading magazines ?

It's all tall walls  and drunken  Humpty Dumptys as far as the eye can see.

 

I had a cloud over my heart .
So there was rain from the start
But I'm a climber on  a cliff face .
climbing out of disgrace.
Some days  I'm  dancing  on my own grave
Like  a clown at the parade
But  I stand over the mistakes I've made
Like a butcher with a bloody blade.