They're tryna find evil
Thinking they can photocopy
But evil don't look like anything
It ain't got a physiognomy
So print your pages
It'll come out blank
Every single time
Nothing is good pressed against the barrel of a gun
Hit me up
Toss me like Scrap paper
Sink my ship
Yield me like an ice scraper
On the windscreen
Life is a two player game
In split screen
Controllers on the bed
Legs dangling in the air
All night playing Mario
My room's a mess
Inside my head I'm drowning
But I'm safely on the shore
Outside my heart is pounding
Cause you closed your door
Scribble on a page
Notes on a piano
Transfer that to a stage
Don't wanna see you go
Down
Under the tide
I'm your friend
I gotta be by your Side
So we'll build a little raft
Out of all our problems
Sail our vessel to safety
And on our way we'll solve them
They're tryna find evil
Thinking they can photocopy
But evil don't look like anything
It ain't got a physiognomy
So print your pages
It'll come out blank
Every single time
Nothing is good pressed against the barrel of a gun
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