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A Little Bitter

How the mind does shout for rest

When the bodies shaken, yeah

Oh the tightness in my chest

Still your leaves I'm raking

Lord is this a test

Was it fun creating, yeah?

My god's a little sick

And he wants me crazy


Are you

Who can say

It's ok to live through me?

Live to be

Part of me

You're a wrinkled magazine


Was it something that I said?

Was it how they're breaking, yeah

I'm so selfish, paying your rent

While your blood I'm taking


Spend me

Like a tree

Dirty dollar bills for leaves

Dark in a sea

Of my seeds

And the tears on which you feed

You feed

The body is a temple

A dormant alter

To where infantile men lie around

Itching and nibbling

For a small piece of sanity

Of which you can not give



Buying pennies with my soul

And a little Heaven spent

While the Hell I'm taking



Hide from life

You know they'll remember me

They are abhored

In self-worth

All that matters much to me

Alice in Chains

A Little Bitter / Alice in Chains

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