Clock on the wall
But the seconds don't change
Stopped at the time
That you aired out your brains
Inject your peace through the walls of your veins
Peel back the skin and nothing remains
Who could live through the fortune and fame
Lies and photographs they print with your name
Hold up your hand with nicotine stains
I see your eyes and they're a portrait of pain
What can we teach you know Mr Cobain?
How can we reach you now everything changed
I'm Paralyzed by your anger and shame
I see your eyes and they're a portrait of pain.
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