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Lydia - Empty Out Your Stomach

You empty out your stomach,
so everyone can see
that you are as black as the basement,
and just as wicked as me.
But my God, what a mess I've made,
My God, what a mess I made.
Staring away, I was now starving,
Oh but I will try, try and fake it.
You changed back into your clothes, while I was sleeping.
My body is sick, yeah, it never stops bleeding
I'm sure I know what you're going through-
Yeah, I call it therapy. (The world is yours, so take it.)
Therapy (I lost my mouth, can you speak for me?)
It's all in a way your words will come out now,
'Cause I can't seem to doubt you.
Therapy (The world is yours, so take it.)