| Everybody, wants to push me to my limit,
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| trying to wake up and be me.
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| Everybody is starting to get on my dead nerves,
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| my dead nerves, my dead nerves.
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| Yeah, I fuckin' said it.
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| Everybody’s out for my possession,
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| Entitlement is the obsession.
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| Everybody using me for their progression,
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| when will the rats learn their fucking lesson.
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| So I finally realize,
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| every day that I see a new face,
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| that one of those shit eating grin’s are fake.
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| It’s a new hate that I can taste.
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| Don’t call me your friend just for the credit.
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| I don’t need you people, yeah I fucking said it.
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| And there’s a lot worse people to come I fucking bet it.
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| The higher you climb, the harder you fall.
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| But nobody noticed you climb at all,
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| climb at all, climb at all.
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| Credit is dead, entitlements born.
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| A reality that leaves me torn.
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| Bad dreams coming true,
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| anxieties deep,
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| trying to climb but it’s getting too steep.
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| Everybody’s out for my possession,
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| losing myself to my obsessions.
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| And everyone’s worried about what I say.
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| It doesn’t matter we’re all going to die anyways.
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| Realize I’ll be used by one of you. |