| Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up
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| The dog won't stop barking and I think my TV is bust
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| Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane
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| And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day
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| The sky is falling, it's fucking boring
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| I'm going braindead, isolated
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| God is a shithead and we're his rejects
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| Traumatised for breakfast, I can't stomach anymore Survival Horror
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| Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin
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| The dog's gone rabid, shut the fuck up, doing my head in
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| I keep fading in and out, I don't know where I've been
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| I feel so hungry, what the hell is happening?
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| The sky is falling, it's fucking boring
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| I'm going braindead, isolated
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| God is a shithead and we're his rejects
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| Traumatised for breakfast, I can't stomach anymore Survival Horror
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| Dear diary, dog stopped barking, probably 'cause I ate his face
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| "Tasty, itchy," TV say there's no more human race
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| Kinda sad my whole entire existence been a waste
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| Ah, nevermind, it's not the end of the world, oh, wait
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| Fly, hahaha, oh
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| Lie, oh |