Time to empty head Try and dream instead Let memory trip and finally slip Like acid in milk Garbage in silk Dripping and oozing your sex over my guilt And I really don't know who to care about And I don't know if I'm in our out God is dead God is dead from hesitation Cannot make love to the ones you have sold yourself to Jesus hates my generation He'd rather go down and around and go down, but he's always in love with the role that he's playing And I really don't know who to care about And I don't know if I'm in or out Should I torture myself and live in doubt? And I really don't know if I'm in or out...of my head It's in my head It's in my head Sugar sweet suicide drips Find me a lick from your finger tips Let my soul go down and around and around and go down In control, but where do I find love? Should I torture myself and live in doubt? And I don't know if I'm in or out So unkind I really don't know Love in mind I really don't know It's in my head It's in my head Let my soul...It's in my head It's in my head
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