| I just… want success…
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| I just… want the power…
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| I just want the money…
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| I just want it all…
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| My room’s a tomb
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| Can’t move
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| Buried in stress, self produced
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| — Success visualized, without sleeping
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| Synthetic energy, medicine stops the bleeding
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| Stops the dreaming
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| — Cleaning wounds
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| Sunrise, sunsets. |
| Stars and moon
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| Time counting backwards, when credit card’s decline
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| Money motivating, with that failure on mind
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| Sometimes I… ask why… should I try…
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| Why should I… give my life — to see my demise…
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| Tell me why… Tell me why…
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| Tell me why when I try, I’m in the wrong state of mind
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| I’m fallin behind, rewind and press play
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| Takin' every shot, reload, let it spray
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| Take another shot, medicine for the day
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| With my grim prognosis, all I can is
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| I just want success, I just want the power, I just want the money,
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| I just want it all every waking hour. |
| x4
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| Taste the blood in my mouth
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| All-out
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| Reality breaks down with doubt
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| Broken clocks, watches stop
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| Windows sealed shut, metal doors are locked
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| Ink appears to be — the key, still we can’t agree |
| No solution when soul recedes
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| Money ain’t free, neither are dreams
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| Double overtime, to increase the CREAM
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| Reach the dream, preach the dream. |
| Drink
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| Preach the dream, teach the dream. |
| Drink
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| Think. |
| Feel like it’s harder to speak
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| Perception fading, my mind is…
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| Weak. |
| Feel the same this week
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| It’s plain to see, I ain’t all that I aim to be
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| Lies getting bigger, rooms getting smaller
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| I hope before it kills me, it makes me stronger. |
| Cause |