Drug from Looming by Looming

I gave you the choice of morals
A bigger pocket takes the cake
As long as you don't have to look at my face
This bitter taste won't last for long
You spit it out
You're afraid to go home
You're afraid that they'll know
I'm afraid that I'm wrong
He's afraid you're too cold

So drag drag drag me by my feet
Collect the coins that fall from me
You can't come clean
Where you stand the grass is dead
From the footsteps your parents left

This deniable storm has just begun
Do you see it yet
Do you feel it yet
I hope your knees ache forever now
This valuable show has just begun
Is your voice gone yet
You're afraid to go home
You're afraid that they'll know
I'm afraid that I'm wrong
He's afraid you're too cold

So drag drag drag me by my feet
Collect the coins that fall from me
You can't come clean
Where you stand the grass is dead
From the footsteps your parents left

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