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My Teeth HurtI look out from my own eyes like a diver from a maskI'm deep inside a worldview I know can never last My teeth hurt, the cause unclear Pulled out some black material lodged in my inner ear My teeth hurt, I don't know why I refuse to call this living life and I refuse to die I turn the amp up high and my incisors start to scream The treble's like a root canal, the bass is oral surgery I turn the music louder as a test of my endurance I don't believe in Novacaine or have dental insurance My teeth hurt and I don't care The ache inside reminds my mind my body's really there That's right, my teeth hurt, but I don't complain When pleasure lets you down, you learn to lean into the pain I look out from my own eyes like a diver from a mask I don't know how I'm doing lately, fuck you if you ask I know my teeth hurt, but I don't seek a cure I'm not sure I can bite the hand that feeds me anymore I'm sure my teeth hurt, but again, I don't know why I brushed and brushed, I must just be a teeth hurt kind of guy |