| Running them off the highway
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| Running them off the rail
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| Running their babies into cold black water
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| Just me and my stash and my scale
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| Filling the tank over flowing
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| Filling a dirty syringe
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| Filling another cemetary
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| Hope drinking blood don’t make you cringe no
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| Seeing is still not beleiving
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| Seeing that you’re still here
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| Seeing you fall from the eighth floor window
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| Your reputation to smear
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| Shooting in every direction
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| Shooting stars inside our heads
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| Shooting before you see the whites of their eyes
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| I bet you never thought you’d see me dead no
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| I’m turning into a monster
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| I’ll turn the heat up high
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| I’ll turn away from this mess I’m burning
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| The smell of skin on fire
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| I’m turning into a monster
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| I’ll turn the heat up high
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| I’ll turn away from this mess I’m burning
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| The smell of skin on fire
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| I’m turning into a monster yeah
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| Shooting in every direction
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| Shooting stars inside our heads
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| Shooting before you see the whites of their eyes
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| I bet you never thought you’d see me dead no
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| I’m turning into a monster
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| I’ll turn the heat up high
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| I’ll turn away from this mess I’m burning
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| The smell of skin on fire
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| I’m turning into a monster
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| I’ll turn the heat up high
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| I’ll turn away from this mess I’m burning
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| The smell of skin on fire
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| I’m turning into a monster yeah
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| A monster |