| I don’t belong on this planet as I was born with a gun to my head
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| Just like any of your human plans I too was born with a mean to exist
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| I don’t know why I was born this way but I swear I would change if I could
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| In my mind it’s less of a selfish desire but a debt to myself, an obligation to
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| do it
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| I didn’t want to create this terror
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| I bottled it all in until the day
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| That the devil sitting on my shoulder
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| Crawled in my ear and laid an egg in my brain
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| Been thinking about it as I lay awake at night
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| Hear me out I need to make you my prey
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| Well, you’ll scream no
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| There’s no way out
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| I need to lay this beast to rest
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| Fear me now
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| I’m fixated on your flesh
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| You’ll scream no, no, no
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| I’ll say no way
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| And you’ll scream no, no, no
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| I’ll say no way
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| We’re all the same in the way we’ve got a soul and need to set it free
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| So to break the lock I’ll indulge in uncontrollable tendencies
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| Now we could blame it on my life’s ambition and call it my human instinct
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| But the truth of the fact of the matter is I need help because I am sick
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| There’s something inside me that is growing
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| There’s something inside me making me feel ill
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| I’ve got a sickness that cannot be treated
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| It’s ingrained on my brain, can’t you see?
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| There’s something inside my head
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| There’s something inside my head
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| There’s something inside my head
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| There’s something inside my head and I want it gone
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| When you are out in society you have to find a place and make a living
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| We’ll it’s fucking brutal out there
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| What harsher consequence can there be?
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| You need to pay
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| For the art
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| That you’ve been suffering for
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| Pay
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| For the art
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| That you’ve been suffering
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| For |