| So now I’m faced with a decision to make
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| I’m living in a race swimming with sinning and hate
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| Grinning with fakes in the middle of a prison escape
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| Incarcerated by my own thoughts
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| Haunted with the feeling that my lifetime has grown short
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| It’s the beginning of the end for me until they empty me
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| I fear the destiny of God and the Devil himself that have sent for me
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| Cut to the chase at my birth
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| Cut from the face of the Earth
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| Cut from the grace of the church
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| Cut through the waiste 'till it hurts
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| No one around wants to help restore me
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| Let’s face it, a man’s downfall makes for a better story
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| The media will make a mockery out of the pain in my life
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| And you can tune into the amusement on Entertainment Tonight
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| bad chemicals
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| Became a grand spectacle, a punchline for the whole crowd to laugh hysterical
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| Money, trash, and women with substance addictions
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| Trapped in a chase trying to run from afflictions
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| Drug dependencies, suicidal tendencies
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| how could it ever be?
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| Pretend celebrities with their lives in jepordy
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| Sucess was the end of me
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| Killing myself to live
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| Alone in a crowded room
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| Killing myself to live
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| All the voices in my head say
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| Killing myself to live
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| I’m going through a
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| Killing myself to live
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| I swear I’ll change tomorrow
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| Killing myself to live
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| I look for silence in some organized religion
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| The more my eye twitches seem the more I despise the living
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| My blasphemous past made blasphemous cash
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| Now it’s all stacked in the trash, my actions are trashed
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| I’m running with the sheep
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| Blessed all the meat
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| Tongue’s possessing my speech
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| Part of an extraterrestral freak
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| Got my sins deleted from God’s computer
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| Same God that bombs intruders of other God disputers
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| My rock 'n' roll money was given to the law
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| And seeing the police driving an automobile he shouldn’t afford
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| They stood and applaud the words I couldn’t absorb
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| 'Cause the hood here in the broad is all good
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| I’m in a haze again
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| Return to my wicked ways again
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| Stricken from his praise again
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| Ripping the page condemned
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| Standing in darkness doing cuts my frown
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| Hands of darkness crucifiction upside down
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| Rebound of obsession sleeping deep down in regression
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| Found perfection in a
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| If you can’t beat it, join it
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| Smoke it, drink it, fly off the injection depression
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| Man, what a rush life’s in a flush
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| The grandness of the rush, stranded I’m standing
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| It’s so easy to do wrong, so easy to spew hate
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| I can’t leave it and move on, believe me it’s too late
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| That’s when I’m approached by the man from the network
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| Said if I could maintain the madness, man I could get work
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| They’re gonna cut me a big cheque to invade my privacy
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| Put me on the TV and claim demons inside of me
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| Being myself is a surreal life
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| Feels like my shield’s died
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| Empty’s how I feel inside
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| All of the players crying I needed this end to reality TV celebrity died
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| meaningless |