| I’m all in the dark now
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| So dance with dead I can’t do shit
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| I’m fallin' apart now
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| Been rottin' away in the grave since '96
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| I hope I’m not forgotten
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| Even though my body’s gone
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| And when I’m on the bottom
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| Bury me with a Lotus cross
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| Don’t nobody love me
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| Don’t noone know the way that I feel
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| I’m feeling so ugly
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| And so I keep my casket sealed
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| My sprit lingers like a ghost
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| On the so called Earth
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| I’m underground, I’m a monster
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| Who lives in the dirt
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| Understand, certain motherfuckers jump to life
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| When certain concotions dumped down their windpipe
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| In the stomach, through the blood
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| And up to the dome piece
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| Pass out, wake up
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| Snappin' all necks within arms reach
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| I need another fixin', Southwest Delray
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| Green glowin' toxic bourbon
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| Lord have mer-say-a (Mercy)
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| Having to be an addict
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| In my nugget but I love it
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| And I can’t seem to get enough of this shit
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| So fuck it
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| Corrosion
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| And we don’t need life
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| Corrosion
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| And we don’t need life
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| Corrosion keeps creepin'
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| Don’t let it wash you away
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| Scratching on the surface
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| Hopin' that them scars will fade
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| It’s like I’m being eaten from the inside
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| And don’t know why
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| I keep fogettin' what I’m doin'
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| Am I still alive?
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| Will I breath again?
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| And if I do
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| I’ll take a breath and hold it in
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| Grab on tight to what I have
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| The chase away this life of sin
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| All I know is what you see
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| And I all do is what you get
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| And now I’m here affecting all that’s in the range of my Lotus stick
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| I come in blood eternally
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| The disease spreads within me
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| My organs turn to particles
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| And break down rapidly
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| I’m ond and grey busted and I’m startin' to decay
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| The new models automatic
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| I’m obsolete and outta date
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| I held six shots in one round
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| Enough to lay somebody down
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| But I’m stuck in a park
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| Floatin' away and waitin' to be found
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| My piece is breakin' away like carbine barrels
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| And wooden handles
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| What once was a gat
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| Is now a single round of ammo
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| Corrosion
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| And we don’t need life
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| Corrosion
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| And we don’t need life
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| My teeth are fucking brittle
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| They’re soft and they hurt
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| I ripped my fucking penis off my nut bag
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| When it wouldn’t work
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| And I be on corrosion
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| The mould it grows and
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| I try to keep my brain on ice
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| Crystal frozen
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| I’m walking up the street with a baby goat on a leash
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| I’m about to throw it off the over pass
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| One for the beast
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| Anything to stop the rotten erosion
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| Of who I am
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| I should motherfucking eat a fucking bullet
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| DO IT MAN!
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| Fuck that damn
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| Broken like glass I corrode with the mode
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| And with like tree bark slowly I implode
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| I’m starting to lose a hold with what I like to call my very own
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| Sweater of a soul
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| So many more holes
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| Have been through the sewer grates
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| Turning in to grains of sand
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| Dragon to the undertone
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| And grown into a normal man
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| Skin will turn to black again
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| Souls will turn to black and then
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| Everyones around you lookin' like what’s happenin'?
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| Corrosion
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| And we don’t need life
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| Corrosion
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| Rotting souls
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| Let them die
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| And we don’t need life |