| I’ve got no sorrow left for your saviours
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| No sympathy
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| Right back where the scene’s at to give you that
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| News flash
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| Your shit just sounds weak
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| The stains on your teeth betray the lies you spit
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| Selling souls just to feed the habit
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| You feel the warning crawling straight up your spine
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| The cancer growing in the back of your mind
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| Heaven knows I can’t save ya
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| Doomed to fall into failure
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| Cherish the misery
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| No poison so bittersweet
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| You’re drowning as you beg and you plea
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| Just a slave to the heresy
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| I know I can find you
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| Kicked back with a pack and a fat rack
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| Now you wanna tell me that you wish you never hit that
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| Hate is all you have
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| It’s all you’ll ever know
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| And if you could, then you would, but you don’t
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| At least in hell, you can claim your throne
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| (You can claim your throne)
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| At least in hell, you can claim your throne
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| Cherish the misery
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| No poison so bittersweet
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| You’re drowning as you beg and you plea
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| We’re all just slaves to the heresy
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| You feel the warning crawling straight up your spine
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| The cancer growing in the back of your mind
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| Heaven knows I can’t save ya
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| Doomed to fall into failure
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| Buried alive, you live a fucking life so low
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| It’s all you’ll ever know
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| Life so low |