| Eat your inners, choke on your tongue
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| Rip off your flesh, be gone
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| Gouge eyes, drown in your spit
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| Self-loathing son of a bitch — that’s it
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| Who needs friends when I’ve got these meds
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| And I know where the trouble stems
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| Who thinks it’s all set to fail?
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| This is not the case
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| Punch the numbers, push the button
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| Keep life living… Escape
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| Punch the numbers, push the button
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| Keep life living… Escape
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| When justice meets revenge
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| There’s much to ascertain
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| After the trigger is pulled…
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| Fools… All learn it the hard way
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| Lost (Amputate/Dismember)
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| Lost (Tank treads and train tracks)
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| Pull your hair out, eat poison
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| Jump from that window
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| Scratch your eyes out, fall down stairs
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| Just f*cking die though
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| Who needs friends when I’ve got these meds
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| And I know where the trouble stems
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| Who thinks it’s all set to fail?
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| This is not the case
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| Concern is not your care
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| Shovel to the back, to the back of your head
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| Stare down this frozen glare
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| Nothing to fear, nothing
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| Nothing !
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| Lost (Amputate/Dismember) |