Murder - Intellectual

I thought that I was dreaming this morning

This morning

We woke up in the clothes we were born in

Were born in

The echoes in the wall of you moaning

You moaning

And all that I can think in this moment

This moment

Is I tried

I tried

But you’re gonna murder me

Oh murder me

Said that you’re gonna murder me

Oh murder me

Whoever told me that honesty is the remedy needs to go