| Crawling my way out of a place that stays veiled
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| Dripping with blood infused with the feeling of betrayal
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| Somebody’s gotta win at the end of the deal
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| Turned over to the wolves who give a fuck how you feel
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| There’s ones who break their bones and scrape skin for their next meal
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| We’re ones to break phones and complain about chemtrails
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| Can’t wash away the shame like blood on the staircase
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| Finding life a drag, nobody called it a fair race…
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| Wishin for a ticket to get over the nightmare
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| Got you rotting in your mind, you turn around and it’s right there
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| Leakin, bleedin, screamin, jumpscared by peripherals
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| Lil Stevie can’t seem to get a grip on the meaning of control
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| Sorry bout the sheets, didn't mean to get the blood soaked
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| Liquor won’t wash away the sin but the floods will
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| I don’t got no problem finding out the vibes
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| Inside the room I’m leavin soon to my tomb 'fore the doom ensues…
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| Take Ls and tell tales, (tails)
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| I’ll take heads
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| Two face (d) bitches with fake nails, and filler in their lips
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| Yeah You talk shit, not gon' drink your flavor aid it’s toxic |
| Don’t you look back, right on sight you’ll turn to salt bitch
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| Uh oh!
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| Uh oh!
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| Who’s that?
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| Who’s said what I say ain’t sell?
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| Blowing up my phone like Ted Kaczynski sending mail
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| Night flyer, cryptic cryptid mystifter
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| You can watch the shadows in your cave all you desire
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| Scratching the itch, antihistamine
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| Listen see, follow my words like scopolamine
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| All you need know is not knowing’s enough for me
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| Others seek knowledge, acknowledgement, sympathy
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| I just kill in cold blood on some Gacy, Bundy, Dalmer shit
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| I am Bruxism’s complete lack of humbleness
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| When the hunted turns hunter you’ll learn the word plunder
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| It burns, the church crumbles
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| The hunchback of nothing
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| So sick, I can barely speak, look into my eyes
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| Pollution is online and Digital our time… |