| I’ve gored my chest
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| Chucked a bleeding, beating pulp into ice cold waters
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| Rushing into nothingness
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| My soul is gone, my body’s dead
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| A limp and lifeless shell, an empty soulless thing
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| A reptile shedding skin, a brand new side of me
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| This is my revolution, my conclusion
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| Of the world, a wicked place
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| Filled with shallow, selfish creatures
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| Tearing at my flesh
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| To whom it may concern
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| I’d love to watch you burn
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| A parasitic pandemic
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| The bane of my existence
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| No karma for the wicked, Ignorance is bliss
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| The lucky ones are left digging through the shit
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| This is my revolution, my conclusion
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| Of the world, a wicked place
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| Filled with heartless, evil creatures
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| Ripping at my flesh |