Killing with Kindness
No water under bridges
No people on the roads
In the air, there's something heavy
Pouring concrete down our throats
Night comes to Mississippi
And it falls upon your eyes
You are bound to pull me under,
But I refuse to be surprised
So take me to the basement
At the bottom of your mind
And break me if you feel like
But if you kill me please be kind
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