| I cannot take the take, your condition was nod awake
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| A selfish cryer, boldface liar, robbing all of what
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| You could take in Stabbed towards a death, a dirty smelling girl
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| Shit decisions, no provisions, filling veins with juice
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| Of chaos
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| Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,
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| Sunken eyes, whining dog, its times like this
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| You should pray for never
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| I broke your fucking mold,!
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| then
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| Threw away the
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| Cast, new religion and new provisions, its amazing
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| Youre alive
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| Drop the needle and stop what youre changing into
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| Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more
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| So I mended severed ties, through flesh we cauterized
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| The undeserving, sliming, writhing, I filled you up With watered promise
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| (chorus)(2nd half)
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| Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck, angel dust,
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| Anal whore, bleeding knees, its times
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| Like this to pray for murder
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| So now Ive seen it all, hells wrath, no Man has greater glory, cause now youre living through me So Im done with saving you, a gift unto myself, a Tired savior, a wasted favor, and Im lucky Im alive |