| Maybe I’m frigging crazy
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| Can’t control my emotions
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| Making my vision hazy
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| There’s a hole in my soul some
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| Would say I’m singing the blues
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| Just like the prison in Folsom
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| With all thee ignorant views
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| You catch belligerent jolts from
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| But the world we live in is shocking
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| Make a man desperate and hungry
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| Give him a shotgun
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| Expect him not to use it when
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| Failure isn’t an option
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| I know he’d understand
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| If this God is real and he’s watching
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| God if you’re real and listening
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| Remove me from this wrath I’m in
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| Or help me use it musically
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| Infuse it in my craft again
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| I have learned some lessons
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| But I burned the other half of them
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| I have earned redemption
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| Cause I keep on coming back again 12
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| Or maybe I’m gonna
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| Crack again from the pressure here
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| I feel my blood starting boil
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| Yeah it gets severe
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| This is just a fucking trap
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| I don’t see no exit here
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| I was looking for a sign
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| This seems like a message clear
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| Betrayal in my business
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| It’s expensive yeah
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| Bad energy is in the air
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| I sense it here
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| Looking back at the
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| Sequence of events this year
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| It seems to me
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| That I gotta be relentless here
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| Demons in my head
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| Oh they’re just tenants here
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| Drowning out my conscience
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| There’s One in this ear
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| And in this ear
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| It’s becoming clear
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| They’re a cunning pair — running scared
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| Who’s that?! |
| Knocking at my fucking door
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| Someone’s there
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| That’s just two other guys
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| They call wrath and pride
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| Now I’m half as high as I am low
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| Two other guys they call wrath and pride
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| Now I’m half as high as I am low
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| That’s just two other guys
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| They call wrath and pride
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| Now I’m half as high as I am low
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| Two other guys they call wrath and pride
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| Now I’m half as high as I am low
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| Maybe I’m frigging losing it, pampered in my seclusion
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| And stranded in this confusion, of fantasy and delusion, intensified by
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| brutality
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| Probably leave a contusion, desensitized to reality, rather see the illusion
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| Ain’t nobody telling me nothing this wrath is a cancer
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| They keep asking about my motives, I don’t have any answer
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| But the question remain, derived through depression and pain
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| The destination stay the same but my direction is changed
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| God if your really listening, free me from all this pride I feel
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| Keep these demons away from me, creeping me while I try to heal
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| Help me to see the truth when the people around me lie and steal
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| Put the pieces together cause I been feeling divided still
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| Everywhere I turn feel like walls are closing in on me
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| But none of em are tall enough to hold in all this energy
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| The kid was only chosen for disposing of the enemy
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| Ironic that the mask I wear exposing my identity
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| Make a wish, you gonna need it, now the mystery completed
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| I just Paint a humble image, but the picture look conceited
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| Living in a vicious cycle, this is history repeated
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| Your opinion is a waste, here’s permission to delete it
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| Put the smoke into my chest, for all the Post traumatic stress
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| My expression not impressed, trying to Focus on what’s next
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| Always Battling myself, it’s like a Constant war I’m in, who’s that?!
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| Someone knocking on my fucking door again
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| That’s just two other guys
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| They call wrath and pride
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| Now I’m half as high as I am low
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| Two other guys they call wrath and pride
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| Now I’m half as high as I am low
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| That’s just two other guys
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| They call wrath and pride
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| Now I’m half as high as I am low
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| Two other guys they call wrath and pride
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| Now I’m half as high as I am low
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| On his way to wrath
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| On his way to pride
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| On his way to wrath
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| On his way to pride
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| On his way to wrath
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| On his way to pride
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| Everywhere I go I feel like walls are closing in on me |