| I battle with a God inside my brain
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| A torment into taught, a school of pain
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| We say forget me not but we’ll still fade to dust
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| Compare compare compare combust
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| Can’t shake my shadow off
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| I’m tasting pennies
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| I tried to cut it out but it won’t let me
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| Scrolling the clutter now
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| A mindless tapping
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| I still can’t seem to feel a thing
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| Oh so very lonely in the crowd
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| They all talk so loud can’t stand the sound…
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| All these little Gods
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| Little Gods
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| Who’s the supreme? |
| Dirty deeds
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| Get down on your knees like a dog
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| Think you’re born to be a God
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| I’m squawking like a bird
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| A mindless chatter
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| Pigs on the media sell you th laughter
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| Spoonful of cinnamon got you choke
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| Her come here comes here comes the joke
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| Give me a thousand lives for all my archetypes
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| Show me that skeleton, dig up the bones you hide
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| They’ll build a statue for you only to tear it down
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| How far we’ve come to die alone
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| Bury my head deep into the ground, underground
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| They all talk so loud about themselves
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| All these little Gods
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| Little Gods
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| Who’s the supreme? |
| Dirty deeds
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| Get down on your knees like a dog
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| Think you’re born to be a God
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| Born born born born to be
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| Are you born to be, born to be a God?
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| Little Gods
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| All these little Gods
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| Who’s the supreme? |
| Dirty deeds
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| Get down on your knees like a dog
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| Think you’re…
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| Little…
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| Little Gods
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| Born to be a God |