| When your sunny days turn to black, and all that’s left is a knife in your back
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| With no morals you’re already dead, and the sheep have scattered that you once
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| led
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| You’ve betrayed only yourself, with an undeserved wealth
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| You’re no longer welcome, I’ll spit in your f*cking face!
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| For too long you’ve been riding the storm, but at last your horizon burns
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| You’re already dead, you’re already f*cking dead
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| With another trend come and gone, there’s still more to come
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| When will the message get through? |
| Where will it go now?
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| You have destroyed rather than create, you’re a scar on my f*cking face
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| Do you know where you belong now? |
| Get back on the f*cking pile!
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| For too long you’ve been riding the storm, but at last your horizon burns
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| You’re already dead, you’re already f*cking dead
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| At last you get what you deserve
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| I’ll watch it burn this makeshift world you’ve made
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| At last you get what you deserve, I’ll stand and watch you f*cking burn
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| For too long you’ve been riding the storm, but at last your horizon burns
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| You’re already dead, you’re already f*cking dead |