You insult me in my home You're forgiven this time Things go well, you're eyes dilate You shake, and I'm high Look in my eyes deep and watch The clouds change with time 20 hours won't print My picture milk carton size Carton size, carton size, carton size
Call me up congratulations Ain't the real why There's no pressures besides brilliance Let's say by day 9 Endless corporate ignorance lets Me control time By the way, by the way
Once again you see an in Discolored skin gives you away So afraid you kindly gurgle out a date For me
Owe...Oh yeah... Owe...Oh yeah... Owe
Now the body of one soul I adore Wants to die You have always told me you'd Not live past 25 I say stay long enough to repay All who caused strife
Once again you see an in Discolored skin gives you away So afraid you kindly gurgle out a date For me
Once again you see an in Discolored skin gives you away So afraid you kindly gurgle out a date For me
Owe...Oh yeah... Owe...Oh yeah
(I bear true and an existing witness to this barrel of monkeys. A self-proclaimed immoral success, perfected by each whereof; individually deadly, and equally so and spread about the surrendered troops, for even thousands of miles cannot tear apart their communication, or the lack thereof. Vultures, liars, thieves: each proclaim their innocence in no suggestion or rhyme, your weapon is contained in the wrecking of keeping the desired effect. The breaking of the spirit thwarts the whole being.)
Your weapon is guilt Your weapon is guilt Your weapon is guilt Guilt
Lyrics: Layne Staley Music: Layne Staley, Jerry Cantrell, Sean Kinney