Hyperdontia

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and

Make up for forgotten years

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and and and and

And on the count of three, you need to get out

One, two, oh, you sure convinced me

I don’t want the infection spreading

Oh my god, you’re crying again

Say “ah”! “ah”! “ah”! ah”!

Say that again, you know it doesn’t matter

I’ve been choking for a while

Now tell me all about my selfish, fucked-up memories

Begging me to stay and watch as things get much, much more worse

Say “ah”! “ah”! “ah”! “ah”!

I’m ‘bout to shut down

“Ah” “ah”! “ah”! “ah”!

Under anesthesia

I can’t feel the pain anymore

I’m pulling teeth for what seems like an eternity

On the count of three, you need to get out

One, two, oh, you sure convinced me

I don’t want the infection spreading

Oh my god, you’re crying again

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and

Make up for forgotten years

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and

Make up for forgotten years

Over and over, again again

Flashbulb memories like surgical lights

When all this is over, I swear, I swear

I’ll open my mouth and scream louder than before

Say “ah”! “ah”! “ah”! “ah”!

I’m ‘bout to shut down under anesthesia

I can’t feel the pain anymore

I’m pulling teeth for what seems like an eternity

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and

Make up for forgotten years

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and and and and and

And on the count of three, you need to get out

One, two, oh, you sure convinced me

I don’t want the infection spreading

Oh my god, you’re crying again

Pull ‘em out

Tear ‘em out

Pull ‘em out

Tear ‘em out

Your hands in my mouth

One, two, one, two

They never came out

Oh, your hands in my mouth

One, two, one, two

THEY NEVER CAME OUT

I realize, before my eyes

A situation irreversible

And my demise is unavoidable

There’s gotta be something more

Just tell me now, it’s over now

Be honest now, I don’t mind

Just tell me now, it’s over now

Be honest now, I don’t mind

Your hands in my mouth

One, two, one, two

They never came out

Your hands in my mouth

One, two, one, two

They never came out

And on the count of three, you need to get out

One, two, oh, you sure convinced me

I don’t want the infection spreading

Oh my god, you’re laughing again

And on the count of three, I need to get out

Two, three, oh, there’s nothing left here

I don’t want my infection spreading

Oh my god, I’m crying again

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and

Make up for forgotten years

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and

Make up for forgotten years

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and

Make up for forgotten years

Pull ‘em out and

And and

Wash ‘em off, the memories

Tear ‘em out and

And and

Make up for forgotten years

• Artist:Creep-P
• Album:Novocaine