| This deficit of currency is weighing heavy
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| Parasitic suit coats shoving threats strait down my neck
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| I’m onward west
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| Searching for the pay dirt, tearing at the earth to compensate my addiction
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| Pennants for dependence on the monetary kings
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| So count me in, I’m too far gone
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| I’ll bury my soul beneath this dirt
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| As I tear apart this wretched earth
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| Sever the treasure from this soil
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| I strive to find who I once was, but it’s buried deep
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| Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud
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| Salvation lies beneath the surface
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| Reparation for the serpents
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| Restitution for the vicious ones
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| Trading in the heaviest shoulders for the smallest of boulders
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| Turning tables on the man who tells you that «gold won’t save you. |
| Nothing can.»
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| So count me in, I’m too far gone
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| I’ll bury my soul beneath this dirt
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| As I tear apart this wretched earth
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| Sever the treasure from this soil
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| I strive to find who I once was, but it’s buried deep
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| Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud
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| I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first
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| Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud
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| They regret it now, the threats they made
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| Life in exchange for what is due
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| They say never contend with men who have nothing to lose
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| So count me in
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| I’ll bury my soul beneath this dirt
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| As I tear apart this wretched earth
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| Sever the treasure from this soil
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| I strive to find who I once was, but it’s buried deep
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| Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud
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| I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first
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| Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud |