| Tapping on the casket lids of the irrelevant walking dead
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| The herd got beaten, how it bled!
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| But thank God for nothing
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| Suffered a fate much worse than what your mirror shows
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| The delusional gaze on the satisfied face of the saddest man I know
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| And how success neuters your vileness
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| Today’s Anthrax, Tomorrow’s Boys II Men
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| I used to vomit but it’s getting easier now
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| It’s hard to keep it down
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| As long as I got friends, I will have enemies in the making
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| As long as I got anger, I’ll have my downfall
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| Behind the attitudes and bullshit clothes
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| We lie in silent disbelief of how our hatred grows
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| Before the hair grew from your neck
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| And you moved out on your own
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| Let it go. |
| Let it go. |
| Let it go. |
| Let it go
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| Disgusted by the set up trends / Puppets selling soda ads
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| Dressing like your parents did / Sober at your own event
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| Accepted on our own behalf / Shove that award up your ass
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| We thank God for nothing
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| And how success neuters your vileness
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| Today’s Anthrax, Tomorrow’s Boys II Men
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| I used to vomit but it’s getting easier now
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| Scouts honor, it’s hard to keep it down
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| As long as I got friends, I will have enemies in the making
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| As long as I got anger, I’ll have my downfall
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| I took my virgin ears to the shed to shred my dignity in the basement
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| That was just my style
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| That’s how it feels to be buried alive |