| So here’s the sum of our parts
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| An overwhelming willingness to expire
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| And ugly hands that were built for breaking
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| The ugly second chance that i’m taking
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| Go
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| We’ll realize that we’re brilliant at dying as more bullets kiss
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| And more blades cushion our akward movements
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| So don’t look at me when we all run out of room for caring
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| And bury hope with our useless hearts
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| I’m digging graves for everyone
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| And my hand is getting tired from
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| Writing out this killing spree
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| So it’s reaching time. |
| reach for home where
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| Everyone is waiting to forget you
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| Reach forward and prop yourself up on
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| The smiling skulls of liars
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| I’m reaching into my pocket
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| But the gun’s gone off
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| You want to talk about pain?
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| Let’s talk about pain, motherfucker
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| It’s something i know everything about
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| And soon you’ll understand why
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| Please stop me before i kill again
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| I’m reaching in my chest
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| But the killswitch on my heart is broken
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| And i’ve been dead for years…
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| And then i realized the truth;
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| We’re forest fires waiting to happen
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| And buildings designed to collapse
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| I can’t wait to watch you burn and fall |