shame - Harsh Degrees Lyrics

It's easy, I swear
The less you think
The less you care

And stop wasting my time
All this complaining
You're doing just fine

So simple it's hard
So soft you just want to touch it

You like to mime
A puppeteer
Pull my strings
Pull me near

And keep shedding your hair
I want distractions
I want them everywhere

You wanna learn
And I wanna teach
A nursing home and a bottle of bleach

Toys
Right beneath your hands
A thousand grains of sand
Sit between my teeth
Taste them as I

You are my puppet master
I am your play toy

This temperature remains
To be the last hope of offending me
Harsh degrees
Harsh degrees
Harsh degrees

Stitch me up, I'm beginning to tear
Fold me up and take me everywhere

You paint your nails
You cut your hair
I wanna look but I don't wanna stare

Stretch your bones
Crack my back
This ain't love, it's just a form of attack

You got a handful of string
Fistful of salt and some seasoning

No crime if there's no law
Feet on the ground but I can't feel the floor

Toys
Right beneath your hands
A thousand grains of sand
Sit between my teeth
Taste them as I

You are my puppet master
I am your play toy

A thousand grains of sand
Sit between my teeth
Harsh degrees
Harsh degrees
Harsh degrees
Harsh degrees