| Blindside hypocrisy; |
| people flock to tragedy
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| Is something wrong with me? |
| Does a vulture not feel shame?
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| It feels good just to validate the oldest nature of the human race
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| And I can’t say that it’s fine, say that it’s fine
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| Say that it’s fine to be fake (what do you have to say, what have you got to
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| say?)
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| Brainless fake fuck. |
| Ain’t it sad? |
| Ain’t it sad?
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| Keep the hell away, exclaim how many shits you gave all day
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| Just not in my vicinity
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| Why is it that I can’t bring myself to grieve?
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| In front of no-one else, but myself
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| I just believe (I'd be coming back to say)
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| I had no idea that you cared so much
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| Do I lack the trust because I’m out of touch, or is it ‘cause you’re full of
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| shit?
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| Get a fix, get a room
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| A sadist isn’t apathetic, when it’s you
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| It’s just another chance to be, close to death
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| And show us all how much you care, how much you care
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| Why is it that I can’t bring myself to grieve?
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| In front of no-one else, but myself
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| I just believe (I'd be coming back to say)
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| Why is it that I can’t bring myself to grieve?
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| In front of no-one else, but myself
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| I just believe (I'd be coming back to say)
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| Everybody’s fascinated with death until it’s in your home, and in your head
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| Fascinated with death until it’s in your home, and in your head |