| Why the fuck do I feel this way
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| The hatred is breeding strength
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| The road is closed ahead but I’m moving faster with every step I take
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| I don’t wanna see tomorrow if it means triviality in-comparable banality,
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| everyone I see is living sickness breathing
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| So I guess I can’t be too far out from there, stupid and ugly and worshipped
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| for nothing
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| We’re fighting and fucking and loving and gushing
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| I doubt there’s time for rushing
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| Take a drink sit back relax
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| Devanations here to break your fucking backs, I wasn’t done,
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| You’re smoking crack, so for a matter of fact
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| I feel invisible, fucking invincible
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| The red is blinding
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| I feel equivocal and ever despicable
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| And the road is winding
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| You already know the scorn is binding, but where do I go from here?
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| (Give me a gun)
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| My hands slipped off the wheel and the wall is in front of me,
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| but I greet it with a smile
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| Because the future is vile, look into the eyes of a child
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| So innocent so ignorant, take it from a motherfucker that’s brilliant
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| Your futile idealism is malignant, irreparable and militant
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| I hope that you hear this and cringe I hope you bring it up to your therapist
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| I pray that after you hear this or read this,
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| You buy a gun and bulletproof vest and take them,
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| Take em all, everyone, it’s time to fall
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| Write it on the walls, it’s a nightmare casting call, bring the monsters,
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| bring the pain and blanket Mother Earth with blood and hate
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| I feel invisible, fucking invincible
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| The red is blinding
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| I feel equivocal and ever despicable
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| And the road is winding
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| You already know the scorn is binding, but where do I go from here?
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| (Give me a gun)
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| I’m talking like ripped to shreds I mean scraped to shit by an 18 wheeler
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| Feed a man for free and he’ll be back for more
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| Feed a man a bullet, you’ll never hear from him again
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| I feel invisible, fucking invincible
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| The red is blinding
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| I feel equivocal and ever despicable
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| And the road is winding
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| You already know the scorn is binding, but where do I go from here?
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| (Give me a gun) |