| There is something wrong with the song
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| That you sing it’s really about yourself
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| Just a hate for the sake of the thing
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| You wish you were someone else
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| It doesn’t take a crystal ball
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| To see you kinda psycho every home
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| Your evolution is back to unfold
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| You mock the meat you feed it on
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| Save your bullshit
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| You know the smell
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| I know the devil has reserved your place in Hell
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| Time to check in at the Creep Motel (Creep Motel)
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| As you taste the bitter pill you know so well
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| It’s never right when the life that you lead
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| Is nothing but a shadow on the wall
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| All the love and the blood that you leach
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| Will surely be the author of your fall
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| You don’t even see the irony
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| The definition is not to be escaped
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| You found a medium for mockery
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| I hope you’re chokin' on your plate
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| Save your bullshit
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| You know the smell
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| I know the devil has reserved your place in Hell
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| Time to check in at the Creep Motel (Creep Motel)
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| As you taste the bitter pill you know so well
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| It doesn’t take a crystal ball
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| To see you kinda fucked up every home
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| You spend your life with your face to the wall
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| And mock the meat you’re bleeding on
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| Save your bullshit
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| You know the smell
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| I know the devil has reserved your place in Hell
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| Time to check in at the Creep Motel (Creep Motel)
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| As you taste the bitter pill you know so well
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| Save your bullshit
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| You know the smell
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| I know the devil has reserved your place in Hell
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| Time to check in at the Creep Motel (Creep Motel)
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| As you taste the bitter pill you know so well |