| Commence your cryostate self-preservation
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| While I waste away in the landfill you’ve claimed before my home
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| I would blow out my brians, I would choke my own heart
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| To clean your soaking dust from the soles of my boots
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| And speaking of souls, how much is left of your spiritual side, you ungrateful
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| fucks?
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| I know you’ll be dead long before I’m gone
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| But I’ll spit on your grave with every single song
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| You better do it if it pays the rent, dick
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| Cause you don’t even know what you consider sacred anymore
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| We’re called to duty by our weapons contracts
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| And front the bills to be locked up in a jail cell
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| In two hundred years they’ll thaw me out
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| Pack me up and ship me off so I can fight their war
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| I’ll catch a bullet in the neck and return to the states
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| But not before they confiscate my fucking shoes at the airport
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| From the wolves all seated adjacent
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| Lights out
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| Lights out, motherfucker
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| Can you see me? |
| I’m coming
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| Lock your fucking doors cause I’m bringing hell
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| I finally found the sun tonight
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| But she died long before we burned away the sky
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| And years will pass us by, our truth becomes our lie
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| We were so wrong to believe at all
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| But now we know
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| She’ll find her way back to the light
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| Find her way back to the light, and quietly begin again
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| She’ll sing her song again
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| And years will pass us by, our truth becomes our lie
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| We were so wrong to believe at all
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| I got one more for you
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| Clean up that fucking mess that you made in the gulf
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| You think I’m buying this shit for nothing?
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| I need to poison myself in that ocean
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| We got a price on our heads, so thank god for the deficit |