| Sucking up every lie that they feed you
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| Why don’t you question it?
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| Swimming in pools of blood makes her feel safe
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| So poetic that it’s gotta be fake
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| And you chew on it, bite it, drink it all up
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| Don’t you feel like a fool?
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| Lives are ruined, people are used
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| Just so you’ll have something new to dispute
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| Light away, little girl, for us all
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| Lives are ruined
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| For another crappy TV show
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| Artist, sociopath, murderer
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| God help us all
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| Lies, some half truths, just mix 'em together
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| We’re gonna have a ball
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| She took her own life just to fit your own narrative
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| Doesn’t it make you sick?
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| It fits so fucking perfect
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| So you had to institute it
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| And you shove it down, spray it, on everyone’s face
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| Keep pardoning your «truth»
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| Lives are ruined, people are used
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| Your ratings are through the roof
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| Light away, little girl, for us all
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| Lives are ruined
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| For another crappy TV-
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| Artist, sociopath, murderer
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| God help us all
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| Lies, some half truths, just mix 'em together
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| We’re gonna have a ball
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| Artist, sociopath, murderer
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| God help us all
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| Lies, some half truths, just mix 'em together
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| We’re gonna have a fucking ball
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| Dreaming of a true existence made of flesh and bone
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| With eyes wide shut that can see everything
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| Is it a confession or poetry?
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| Murderer! |