Out of Control
My head's out of control.
The room keeps on spinning.
I feel like a dumb kid just looking for a purpose in life.
The room stay spinning!
Lord, I can't take it anymore!
Just cut me open and dissect me, I'm sorry I mean digest me.
Make me your pupil so i don't get hurt anymore.
Shot down from Cloud Nine but I didn't die, no lie, no dice 'cause I gave up on
gambling right before I died.
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