| I question not me, it only happens to others
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| I can’t deny reality as life gets smothered
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| If the lines can be read between
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| Maybe you can tell me then what it all means
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| Cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene
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| Locked down, I gotta get it out
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| Impending doom, a cloud above my head
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| Why me? |
| My faith has been devout
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| Blasphemous? |
| Am I better off dead?
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| Pusishment, for all my sins
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| A burning thought inside my mind
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| Has me full of pity for all of human kind
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| As we move forth, we fall further behind
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| Fear of death, will my life go on?
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| Controllled fate? |
| On the corner rolling dice
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| Punishment, but I’ve done nothing wrong
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| In my eyes, who really pays the price
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| My lament, for the human race
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| Guilty, punishment for all my sins
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| Dread the day that brings the truth
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| Punishment for what I’ve done
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| Sentence me for all my sins
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| Bound in fear for what I’ve got
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| Though not much it seems a lot
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| Life is death and no one wins
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| Bustin’my ass, another day another dollar, as I kneel down and I confress to the father that I’m suffering a burning question of the truth, wether or not to pull the trigger or to jump right
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| off the roof, 'cause I did things normal and just like all my friends
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| but now I’m positive and life it all ends
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| Punishment, for all my sins, I repent
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| In reality, we all must face the fact that the majority
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| of the people are out there smoking crack, getting doped up,
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| shooting that shit into their veins, the question must be asked if we have any brains left, or right or wrong in this son, a question we all ask and must answer before long, 'cause no one
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| is safe in this world, what’s the deal, the sentence is death and to what court do I appeal?
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| Punishment, for all my sins, I repent
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| Punishment |