| I could never understand what it’s like to fail
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| Until I read it on the faces of the lovers I impaled
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| So here’s another nail, go teeter on a scale
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| Of the weight that’s never really worth the tears upon the trail
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| Stalemating rituals are just a medicine that got
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| The population thinking they can be connected when they’re not
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| I got a lot of inhibitions, insecurities, and critics
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| In addition to a conscience that could murder me in minutes
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| Minutes, minutes, welcome to the gates of Hell
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| I really hope you get a chance to finish finish
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| Tell them all the things you felt and maybe they’ll be sympathetic
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| Right before you hang yourself and listen, listen
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| I’m gonna bite the hand that feeds until I masticate
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| And make it live in me a symphony that dance in acid rain
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| It’s like I’m all alone inside a little winter
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| Getting bitter from the frigid shivers when I think and paint the saddest faces
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| Funeral arrangements juxtaposed with all the beautiful bouquets it’s difficult
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| now
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| To a more basic love and hopes when only you alone face it if I fall down
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| Down down on luck I hope it’s temporary some psychosis
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| I bet that the sun exploded years ago but we don’t know it
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| Summers are getting hotter, the winters are getting colder
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| The Internet’s taking over and it’s time to set sail
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| FEMA camps, 9/11, obsession with materialism
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| Shit in the food, television, chemtrails
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| Who isn’t aware? |
| Cause of you I’m scared to admit
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| We’re living in a prison so let’s set bail
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| I met a 70-year-old woman in Ohio
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| Who know all about it, it was reassuring, exhale
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| Now take a deep breath, eject secrets
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| Be the next creature to adapt — be well
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| We fell like a phoenix when we were meant to rise
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| Up from the ashes but didn’t listen to the seashells
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| Be careful when you’re high as hell cause Heaven’s running low
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| Prepare for the final blow, I hope your eyes are open
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| Opiate of the masses leaking all over, take it or leave, treat it like you need
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| it
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| Doubt it or believe it to be piggybacked up on my shoulder
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| Open up your little mouth and eat it eat it
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| Trying to tell me the only way for me to beat it
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| Was to be it but now I see that I’m sick of being seasick
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| So I stick with the scenic route, I mean it now like a teenage smile
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| And my higher brain is looking down on me
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| I could look at my reflection and still hide my face
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| There’s an opening but there’s no dopamine
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| It’s just my higher brain looking down on me |