A Little Bitter by Alice In Chains

How the mind does shout for rest
When the body's shaken, yeah
Oh, the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm rakin'

My Lord, is this a test?
Was it fun creatin', yeah?
My God's a little sick
And He wants me crazy

Who are you?
Who can say it's okay to live through me?
Live to be part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah

Was it somethin' that I said?
Was it how they're breakin', yeah?
I'm so selfish paying your rent
While your blood I'm takin'

You 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 altar
To where infertile men lie around
Itchin' and nibblin'
For a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give
Shit

Individuality
Buyin' pennies with my soul
And a little heaven spent
Why the hell I'm takin'

Thieves, parasites hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred in self worth
All that matters much to me
Yeah yeah

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