| Made a list of the things I hate
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| Includes fate, the way I can’t relate
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| To your faith, or your crutch
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| Will you ever learn I’ve had enough?
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| Of all that contradicting speech
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| You cross lines with every word you speak
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| With no credit to your claims
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| Will you ever learn I’ve had enough?
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| Of the pressure
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| I canʼt measure
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| Intent
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| With a thought to resent, yeah
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| Give it up I’m seeing red
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| Stuck in hindsight wishing you were dead
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| The silence of tyrants
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| About time I stopped trying to hide it from you
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| And your false sense of rule (your rules)
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| Your faith, your crutch I’ve had enough
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| No value in spit that comes through those teeth
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| So stop wasting breath while youʼre pressing on me
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| To force lies, where they just donʼt fit
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| Don’t want to hear it, no
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| No, no, no, no
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| You think Iʼll let your fate decide
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| What I do with my life?
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| Well, hereʼs some news, Iʼd rather pick the noose
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| Than follow you to your demise
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| I’ve had enough |