| Despair, emptiness
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| See the hatred wasted on yourself
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| Face down, taste the dust, it’s getting harder everyday
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| Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself
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| Suicide on the street
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| Everywhere around you watch it breed
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| It begins to bury you in self-induced rejection
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| So now you’re wasted, broken down
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| I see through your ignorance
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| Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside
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| Next fix, shoot it up
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| Looking for the place where God speaks
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| Every time you find Him
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| He just stabs you in the back again
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| No one hears you
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| You’re society’s infection
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| I won’t judge you
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| When the blood steals life from you
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| Cast down and thrown away
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| You are the living dead
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| The needle numbs the pain
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| Of all your suffering
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| This is where the world of money changes nothing
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| Just a statistic in the shadows of the real world
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| The system’s failing you just the way it failed me
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| Hell is home on the concrete where the city bleeds
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| America, home of the free, land of fucking disenchantment
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| Despair, emptiness
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| Isolation rapes you everyday
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| Face down taste the dust, digging deeper in your grave
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| Haven’t found a reason
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| Haven’t found a thing to fucking live for
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| Godless, He doesn’t care
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| How you choose to destroy yourself
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| In a world that feeds on hate
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| You’re left here just to waste away
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| In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland
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| No one hears you
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| You’re society’s infection
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| I won’t judge you
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| When the blood steals life from you
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| No one sees you
|
| You’re society’s infection
|
| I won’t judge you
|
| When the blood steals life from you
|
| Cast down and thrown away
|
| You are the living dead
|
| The needle numbs the pain
|
| Of all your suffering
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| This is where the world of money changes nothing |