| Take a bite of the sickness
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| (Sickness)
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| And feel the rush of your desire
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| When you act upon your urges
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| (Urges)
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| So begins a period of decent
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| Deception
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| I am a tainted man
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| With a wretched mind
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| I am ashamed of myself again and again
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| I don’t need another pointed finger
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| I don’t want to hide
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| Just to find myself
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| I come to you filthy
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| Take a bite of the sickness
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| And feel the rush
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| Save me
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| Save me
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| Save me
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| Because I can’t save myself
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| I hate religion
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| I DON’T NEED A CULT!
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| The world doesn’t need any more fakes
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| I have committed cosmic plagiarism
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| I was a self-proclaimed god
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| A mirror image of a cheap imitation
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| Those we thought were on top
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| Quickly fall to the bottom
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| When judgment drops
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| In death, shame fills the black
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| And immortal soul
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| We were never meant to save ourselves
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| I hate religion
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| I DON’T NEED A CULT!
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| The world doesn’t need any more fakes
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| So I walk a new path
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| No one chooses for me |