| Blood full of chaos, mouth full of mud
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| Bullets gaining rust that I left in my gut
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| Head like a storm, crawling like a worm
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| Through thoughts of madness to watch it fall hard
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| Life of the funeral, harvest the young
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| New graves keep the taste of blood on my tongue
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| Tired eyes never see through the sleep and disease
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| The remedy stings like a killing machine
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| Bones break the silence by grinding my teeth
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| Got a front row seat to watching the world burn
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| Venomous poison flooding my lungs
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| Baptize the moon while I drown in the sun
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| Celebrate the losers from zero to one
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| The weight of a feather is the weight of a ton
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| Tired eyes never see through the sleep and disease
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| The remedy stings like a killing machine
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| Bones break the silence by grinding my teeth
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| Got a front row seat to watching the world burn
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| Tired eyes never see through the sleep and disease
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| The remedy stings like a killing machine
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| Bones break the silence by grinding my teeth
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| Got a front row seat, I’m watching
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| Tired eyes never see through the sleep and disease
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| The remedy stings like a killing machine
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| Bones break the silence by grinding my teeth
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| Got a front row seat to watching the world burn
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| To watching the world burn |