| It terrifies me you can cause an echo a thousand times louder than I.
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| You see what you see.
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| I actually have dreams about all the ways you could die.
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| I plead. |
| Your foundation crumbles at your feet,
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| But somehow still manage to keep armies of worms
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| Underneath to squish on a killing spree.
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| Other’s lives are cheap.
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| You would call the blue sky red with no shame.
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| You’re god dam insane.
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| We’re better off than you in every way that counts.
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| And we still have our souls.
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| We plan what we do, with two feet on the ground.
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| And we’re still in control.
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| I plead. |
| Your foundation crumbles at your feet,
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| But somehow still manage to keep armies of worms
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| Underneath to squish on a killing spree.
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| Other’s lives are cheap.
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| You would call the blue sky red with no shame.
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| You’re god dam insane.
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| Feeling the words echo off the walls,
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| They find much more meaning in their decay,
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| Although they were meant to mean nothing
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| When clumsily sputtered from my drunken face.
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| You would call the blue sky red with no shame.
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| You’re god dam insane. |