| Stripped down, emptied, left with nothing
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| What the fuck did we work for?
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| To be taken. |
| castrated
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| I would give anything just to know your name
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| So I can have my part in your fall
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| I really just want to take back what’s mine
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| But what goes will come around to you
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| As I walk into an empty room
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| Struck by an instant heart beat
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| I feel the impending sense of doom
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| Weigh down upon me
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| I need a name along with a face
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| To displace the outrage
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| When nobody knows a goddamn thing
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| It’s time to realize we’re fucked
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| It’s hard when there’s no solution and we try to face the world with broken
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| limbs
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| If and when you’re found then you’ll be the one
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| Then you will be the one to be left without a single fucking thing
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| I’m falling to the ground
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| And I’m feeling sick
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| But really we are the ones who have been taken for our everything
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| A berren sentiment of hopelessness attacks me
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| Caving in my brain amazed it happened to me
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| And the stress that follows is the part that really is tearing a hole inside of
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| me
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| I try to look ahead for some sort of resolve, but while they are still
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| breathing then the problem can never be solved
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| Defenseless, helpless can’t stop thinking about taking my vengeances
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| Can’t believe that we were the ones dealt this. |
| Numb to the world,
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| feeling senseless
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| I guess I just accept the beating and try to forget this, and it’s not my fault
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| but I still regret it
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| It’s not about pity and aggression
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| Numb to the world and feeling senseless
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| When you break your fucking back for some asshole to walk off with your life
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| It is har to see the fucking point. |
| I try to be productive but
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| I can’t escape the animosity
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| Consumed with daydreams of cranial departure. |
| I want to smash your fucking face
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| So this is to whoever you are, I hope that it was worth it
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| So this is to whoever you are, I’ll sleep with one eye open for you
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| This is to whoever you are… Fuck YOU |