| Who died and made you god to tell me what I should do
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| How I choose to live my life is not up to you
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| What you need is a dosage of reality
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| Get the axe, I need to gain my sanity
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| Only one solution, it’s coming down
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| Gonna dig your own grave on destructive ground
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| When were you resurrected, you know it all
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| Selling fear to shock the weak is not control
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| Of somethng you know nothng of
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| So don’t pretend, you can justify the means, until the end
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| Only one solution, it’s coming down
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| Gonna dig your own grave on destructive ground
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| Fear of death tears at your soul
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| In this life, you’ll never know
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| You can have your empty words
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| High upon your throne
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| Praying on the agony of the unknown
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| When you wallow in misery, it’s such a shame
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| Wasted thought will never solve the mystery
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| Only one solution, it’s coming down
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| Gonna dig your grave on destructive ground
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| Dig yourself an early grave
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| Worry your whole life away
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| Listen, destructive ground |