| As I was falling to the ground, I dug a grave
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| I just told you to relax
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| I was digging with my hands, to survive another day
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| And I never did complain
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| I was hoping to dig deep enough, all the way through
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| Get to other side
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| There was only so much I could have done
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| To get all the way through
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| I always choked on limitations
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| And spitting out the truth
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| And there’s been plenty of words said about me
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| And very few of them are true
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| I’m not the parasite
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| And you know it to be true
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| I’m not the parasite
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| I think it must be you
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| I have evolved with the truth
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| And set back by every lie
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| No point in turning back
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| I was so blind, I was dead in this prison called a life
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| I was poisoned by your eyes
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| I’m not the parasite
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| And you know it to be true
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| I’m not the parasite
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| I think it must be you
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| I’m not the parasite
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| And you know it to be true
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| Nothing is what it oughta be
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| Full destruction seems to follow me
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| There is nothing left to say about it
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| We’re so far away
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| I’m just tired of hating you, after living in the rain
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| I’m not the parasite
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| And you know it to be true
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| Nothing is what it oughta be
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| Full destruction seems to follow me
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| There is nothing left to say about it
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| We’re so far away
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| I’m just tired of hating you, after living in the rain
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| I’m not the parasite
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| I’m not the parasite |