| Driving nails between my teeth
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| Kicked to my feet
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| No sleep for weeks
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| Sucking the dust from the cage
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| Varicose veins and mind games
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| Guzzling barrels of skin-stripping shit
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| A festering drink of face-breaking cocksucker
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| Fashionably possessed
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| Planning world downfall from my bed
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| Supping the villainous sap
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| Garden of mutants begin to clap
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| And now there’s no turning back
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| Alone against everything
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| Freaking out
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| Reeking in
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| Minds wide open
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| Fix an appointment with God
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| Your futile trip is done
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| At the ruins of visionary self
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| They’ll be cutting their hands off
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| In hell tomorrow
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| A truth that’s easy to swallow
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| Fast-acting and thorough
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| Locked away
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| Brainwashed
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| And left alone
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| Out damned spot
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| Out damned spot
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| Out damned spot
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| Home sick home
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| Home sick home
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| Home sick home
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| The world really gets my back up
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| An airline that never stops crashing
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| An itch that never stops itching
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| Living in an insatiable video game
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| Vengeance stalks my brain
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| Pimping bag of creaking bones
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| Collapsing inwards from skin to soul
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| Slime alley black cockroach
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| Labyrinth of solitude in my throat
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| Guts filled up with the voices of hate
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| Homogenised venom eats the smile from your face
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| Tongue splits on the taste
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| As sanity separates
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| Reflection you gleam is disfigured and displeased
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| Adding insult to injury
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| In swaggering fury
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| Weak sick
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| Dread freak
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| With reservation seats to the funeral of the world |