| I’m plowing through a crowd of worthless hatred
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| That’s falling down, at least they start to fry
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| Why can’t I be removed, take their places?
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| Sometimes it’s better to eat their scars
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| These are the times of the waking liar
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| Hold him close or you will expire
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| Holding on to the place you’re thinking
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| Total deceit
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| I like to lose hope
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| Recede and cope
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| Like a beautiful rape
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| These things, aren’t they great?
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| I’m terrified by emotionless faces
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| They’re all around me I want to die
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| I’m f*cking trippin' out seeing faces
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| Of murderers covered in lye
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| These are the times of the waking liar
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| Hold him close or you will expire
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| Holding on to the place you’re thinking
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| Total deceit
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| I like to lose hope
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| Recede and cope
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| Like a beautiful rape
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| These things, aren’t they great?
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| I love the things that make you upset
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| The more you hurt, the stronger I get
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| I love the things that make you upset
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| The more you hurt, the stronger I get!
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| I like to lose hope
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| Recede and cope
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| Like a beautiful rape
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| These things, aren’t they great?
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| Aren’t they great? |