Flies on Tape Lyrics

I could lay here all day
And still feel the same
Rest doesn't help
When it's used this way
So my friends drink fluids
Until their stomachs divide
While trying to kill
Something else on the inside
Pre-horus
So I sit around and trace
All these new lines on my face,
Yeah, I might be the line
But always end up in the same place
horus
Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be, lucky
Than good, yeah, good at anything, anything
Instrumental
Winter's gotten under
Everyones skin again
Now I'm seeing zombie versions of my friends.
So I'll drink fluids until my limbs thaw out.
The snow may have melted,
But the trash had came out
Pre-horus
So I sit around and trace,
But always end up in the same place
horus
Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be, lucky
Than good, yeah, good at anything, anything
ridge
Oh, oh, oh, oh
If natural selection tested me
I'll miss a curve
A cold, stiff hand dangles me
Over what I deserve
Instrumental
horus
Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be, lucky
Than good, yeah, good at anything, anything