With This Being Said Lyrics

It's common misbelief that I don't watch out where I put my feet
But it happens when I sleep
And never made much sense to me

With so ripe solutions, all my senses come to life
Happiness don't have an odor to fight the smell of apathy
Twenty years, each one haunts me as a ghost
And I wish I had a disease
So I could drug my demons when I sleep

But they come back to me when I can't resist them
For better and for worse (I'll wither with this curse)
Of all the battles I've yet to face
I will keep my hands above the devils waist I'll bend it in my pocket
To shape it as I want it

There's a cure for this
Besides asking questions
The grand number eight
Just tilt it and let it spin

But they come back to me when I can't resist them
For better and for worse (I'll wither with this curse)
Of all the battles I've yet to face
I will keep my hands above the devils waist

I'll bend it in my pocket
To shape it as I want it
We will always fly together
Collide and crash forever.

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