| Am I just faded or just fading away
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| Hoping I choke with every breath that I take
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| Insomniac; |
| on track to poison my brain
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| Searching for heaven in a hurricane
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| I’ll bite my tongue until I taste it
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| I’m holding on but I don’t think I’m gonna make it
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| Just know at least I’ve found no peace in living deceased
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| I met the devil and I let him take a part of me
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| I’ve been looking for a healer, dealer
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| Tryn’a find a way to cure the fever
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| Take another shot and leave me out to rot
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| I’ve been looking for reason, heathen
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| Tryn’a find something to believe in
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| Hate is all I’ve got so fucking let me rot
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| Yeah, and truth be told
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| I don’t care anymore
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| No blood on my hands but still my head’s at war
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| Just understand, you don’t know who I am
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| So don’t mistake me for a better man
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| And truth be told, I don’t care anymore
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| I’ve washed the blood from my hands
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| So fuck it this is war
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| When will you understand that’s not who I am?
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| So don’t mistake me for a better man
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| And still, I can’t help but wonder
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| Will I survive or let it drag me under
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| I’m in way over my head, just fucking make it end
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| I’m in way over my head
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| Will I survive or let it drag me underneath?
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| And still I can’t help but wonder
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| Will I survive or let it drag me under?
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| I’ve been looking for a healer, dealer
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| Tryn’a find a way to cure the fever
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| Take another shot and leave me out to rot
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| I’ve been looking for reason, heathen
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| Tryn’a find something to believe in
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| Hate is all I’ve got so fucking let me rot
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| Can someone tell my head when it’s half time?
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| Cause I don’t really think that it knows, I’m
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| I’m hanging by a thread on a deadline
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| I’m living on the edge of a flatline
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| Can someone tell my head when it’s half time?
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| Cause I don’t really think that it knows, I’m
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| I’m hanging by a thread on a deadline
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| I’m living on the edge of a flatline |