| Welcome to my eternity
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| I am the recluse who balked his maturity
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| I am a slave to my own insecurities
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| I am the culprit in the eyes of the jury
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| Welcome to my pain
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| I’m the definition of a bitch been spayed
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| Watch in fascination as the parasites sway
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| Fear my explanation as it’s thrown away
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| This is the cry of a man with no purpose
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| This is the song you will sing at his grave
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| But that’s me…
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| I’m sad
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| I’m sick of being trapped inside
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| It’s decaying all I see
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| There’s no use in getting better
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| These things, they multiply
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| Are we not supposed to feel more than sad?
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| She is the thorn in my side
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| She is my possessor
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| She is my whole life
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| She is my coffin
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| If you don’t believe
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| Open up my stomach
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| -Watch the parasites sway
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| Disease you, disease me
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| This is an oppression
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| Society silently kills me
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| She’s a wretch in disguise
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| I am her child, and she is my mind
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| I am denial, and she is behind every thought
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| -Every violent thought
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| -Every violent thought
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| -Every violent thought
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| -Every violent thought
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| This is the look of a man whose been gelded
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| This is the way that he handles his pain
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| But that’s me…
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| I’m sad
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| I’m sick of being trapped inside
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| It’s decaying all I see
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| There’s no use in getting better
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| These things, they multiply
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| Are we not supposed to feel more than sad?
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| Here comes the flood
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| And she dams it every day
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| O' she keeps the pressure right
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| Until I drown under my own shit!
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| We are the sad
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| We are the diseased
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| We need our mother to relieve our pain
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| To pull us up—pull us up
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| To pull us up—pull us up
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| To pull us up—pull us up
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| To pull us up—pull us up |