Bleach Music

[Verse 1] I got a feeling that I can't let go All the parasites I can't get rid of, I know Using bleach'll work, I'll go real slow Just pour a bit out on the grout, so white it'll glow Before I knew I'd spend a day Hands and knees all bleeding on the floor in the same way Everyone who see me thinks that I'm insane but they're the kind who just distract me from the game I play [Chorus] And I won't stop living 'til I'm dead Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head Oh, you know (Yo) They're my hours and they're not yours to spend? [Verse 2] My condition keeps you up at night Just a minute, if you can't wait, turn out the light Got some work to do, not done 'til it's right by a standard that I set that most consider too high I've a question you can't answer too: "Explain what makes your method better? What makes me a fool?" Everyone who see me thinks that I'm insane, I guess I just expect from you the same (Yeah) [Chorus] And I won't stop living 'til I'm dead Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head Oh, you know (Yo) They're my hours and they're not yours to spend? [Bridge] (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) There's an image in our head that we need made real (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And we'll clean pick skin 'til we can't quite feel the burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we've done Acid tends to fucking do that when it's poured on someone (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain, not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyways Clean and new's the mean and you are seen as who's to blame Go! [Verse 3] I got a feeling I'm already in Hell All the parasites are under my skin I can tell Using bleach'll work, I'll go real slow Just pour a bit 'til they crawl out, white as the snow Before I knew I'd spend a day Hands and knees, all bleeding on the floor in the same way Everyone who sees it knows that I'm insane and I apologize I'm too distracted by the game I play [Bridge] (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) There's an image in our head that we need made real (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And we'll clean pick skin 'til we can't quite feel the burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we've done Acid tends to fucking do that when it's poured on someone (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain, not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyway Clean and new's the mean, and you are seen as who's to blame [Chorus] And I won't stop living 'til I'm dead Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head Oh, you know (Yo) They're my hours and they're not yours to spend? (Ugh)