| I’m breaking bread with the walking dead
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| In steel city where we are bled
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| I’m a ghost in a new machine
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| With plastic tassels on my beauty queen
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| You’re my dogma and my diatribe
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| Invest your vitriol to stay alive
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| The crimson crop is all the rage
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| The pure pollution of your better days
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| Give me secrets and Vaseline
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| The full metal jacket and your finest dream
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| I’m coming for your aftermath
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| I got a brothel full of empty pain
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| I got a curse that repeats your name
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| Gaping mouths eating gaping wounds
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| The stock keeps falling on filling tombs
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| Yeah yeah
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| Give me secrets and Vaseline
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| The full metal jacket and your finest dream
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| I’m coming for your aftermath
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Release is coming before regret
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| The fattest fish are slipping through the net
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| Bequeath your treasure to the latest savior
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| I’ll take your filth and your foul behavior
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| Give me secrets and Vaseline
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| The full metal jacket and your finest dream
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| I’m coming for your aftermath
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah |