Do what you do – Mudvayne 1
(Verse 1)
Lips bleed from the rings,
All these little bruises, the little things,
That provoke the segregation.
Lead the separation.
Cage and clip the wings.
Little noises, the little screams,
That stop the operation.
Conscious amputation.
(Chorus 1)
Just do what you do,
What you do, what you did to me.
Now I’m stuck in between a rock and nowhere,
With nothing,
With no one.
Just do what you do,
What you do, what you’ve done to me.
Draw the chalk line around the scene, it’s over,
Now it’s all over.
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