| Kids ain’t ready for the style I got
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| My life’s a fucking horror movie with the violent plot
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| And I can feel my thoughts cracking and bending
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| No turning back and there’s no happy ending
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| I’m climbing walls with anxiety
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| Walking zombie, I’m not going quietly
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| Ay, I’m the northwest best
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| In the grey and black North Face Gore-Tex vest
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| Who want slide down my vortex next?
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| Smoke tobacco. |
| Shining with stars to a black hole
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| That’s what I get for being such an asshole
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| Want to put a rope around my neck like a lasso
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| Rain’s coming, clouds rolling over head
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| Words pouring from my head
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| Be a warrior ‘til I’m dead
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| But I don’t want to meet Joe Black, I’m not ready yet
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| Long black box with roses and poinsettias
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| Yo, yeah
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| Hit the stage with radicalised battle cries
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| Unintentional role model with bad advice
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| Between a rock and a hard place
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| My favourite movies were Goodfellas and Scarface
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| And God Father. |
| Guess I took that shit too literal
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| Wasted twenty years of my life rolling with criminals
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| Snort coke, get a dirty and perverted mind
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| It’s not a good look doing coke at thirty-nine
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| Put that lame shit to bed, change the chapter
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| ‘Cause when my head’s clear you’ll still feel my rapture
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| Plus there’s so much out still to capture
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| I’m recharged, ready to go
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| Be an adapter
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| Through the storm to the path of illumination
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| Even if you feel like you’re half of a wrong creation
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| My whole life been babbling gloomy statements
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| But now feel like my brain’s unravelling doom and hatred
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| (Fuck!)
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| Blow my brains out and drop to the pavement
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| What if there’s more then I’m locked up with Satan
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| Burning for eternity does not sound appealing
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| So now I’m kneeling looking up past the ceiling
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| Ask God’s forgiveness and please start me healing
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| ‘Cause if you mean it, I swear you could feel it
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| Tears drop leaving stains on this paper, I’m writing on
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| You can’t give up, you just keep fighting on
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| Mad the destroyer or Madchild the healer?
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| Don’t be afraid, let your love out. |
| Reveal it
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| Feeling chained to my list of regrets
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| So many barely move breaking into a sweat
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| And everything’s dark and grey. |
| I see no colour
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| Break free from my past, need bolt cutters
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| Unless it’s family or blood, don’t trust others
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| I’m getting older but still cold crush brother |