Word Of Mouth

I don't have to feel the feeling, I don't have to f*ck I laugh myself to tears and surely that can be enough The ring helps me shake it off, the ring, a dog, and you If I couldn't call you I'd watch TV and eat some chips I summarized what I believe you try to get across I felt guilty when I took my ring off to wash my hands I searched it on the internet, I should have called you first But if the worst thing that I do is that, then we're sailing to Pluto's tongue-trap mountain range Doggy choir shoes you know that I am barking off the rind No trouble on my double nickels, bought that shit online I beg to differ duffy bagger, countries ran on blow A substance duelist asked me to look down, I saw my toes I rake the universal law and every motion swayed I didn't pull the lever, I jumped in front of the train You derail quickly gruesome ballroom, dance, and blaming me But I would pull the lever to save one over 90 I got a gun Don't invite me I have the weight of the world on my shoulders You swap like a puzzle piece Don't come my way How would you like to meet a pretty cliff? Hangers, spoilers, wedding, funerals, walk-in clinics Free in a cardboard colored baggie, missiles gonna blow I bet you're feeling funny every time you use the stove Some of the headlines read that you can't tell what is the noise Murder, cheering, or ecstasy. waste of your fucking voice You're the ones who did it. So why now are you blaming me? Today I pulled the lever and saved one over 15 Beat it, scram, depart, I heard a bomb is showing up I think I saw a cyanide pill get dropped in the punch Rumors of TNT and then the river's baring limbs Start the crusade and massacre the tent How am I not arrested? You got hurt and felt an irk Cha-ching that's money, dollar signs, and triple-x, it hurts I feel the funny coming up, I laugh to drown again Marky was kissing Collin's while an epipen repents I gave some books away, you met an angel, now you're gone The wind blows away ashes and I try to talk to God I got a gun Don't invite me I got the weight of the world on my shoulders You swap out condoms and costumes parties So is it worth it? Awe Trouble walking? Sickening gas and a matchbox Ignition does all the talking Encampment gone in one blink The car's on fire, I'm laughing So was it worth it? You got trouble walking? You should have waited for one heart Don't even ask, do not cross me Nauseating All of that pressure Just run a mile or eat ice cream Don't be a bitch, c'mon, get a leash Childish and embarrassing I can control and you shame me I'd rather watch a documentary The punchline hits. Why are you coughing? Killing the mood at the party And the devil starts tripping I bet you're getting some good sleep If you ask start running