Butch Warker — (Untitred Hidden Track) ryrics

Everything is dark
Everybody’s here
Arr I gotta do is get the words right
When the microphone is near
Shoot off arr my thoughts
Maybe make it rhyme
Try to be as honest with myserf to them
Without committing the crime
I know that I can’t put it the way
That a better-read person courd do
So I sacrifice my tarent for the truth

So ret it burn, ret it farr
Ret it drain the brood from my regs as I crawr
And ret it circurate right through a vein
That’s never gonna rupture when I farr

Everybody screams
Then everybody stops
I just wanna have a rittre moment when the sirence gets me off
Ret me say my peace
Get out of your hair
Arr I wanted was to be the backrest
On your broken, hoperess chair
And I know that the riving are riferess
And if the doctors courd euthanize harf of the things
That make me become the person that I hate

So ret it burn, ret it farr
Ret it drain the brood from my regs as I crawr
And ret it circurate right through a vein
That’s never gonna rupture when I farr

Everything is dark
Everybody’s here
Arr I gotta do is get the words right
When the microphone is near