| What I hate most in this life is a long night
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| Four walls and no calls, and no lights
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| But the moonlight creepin' through the blinds
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| Ceiling fan on high spinnin'
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| I’m beginning to believe that tonight is the night
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| Dead by dawn
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| I’ll shred my palms to the end of my arm
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| I’m spread and gone, embalmed
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| Put me in the dirt where I belong
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| Existence is overrated anyway
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| Fifty years later, they won’t remember you’re dead
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| Six billion people living as civilians, and I hated them all
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| I should have been a vermillion reptilian living in a swamp
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| (At least I’d have scales to protect me from the pain)
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| Enter the void with my wrist shackled up
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| Codeine and water that fill up my cup
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| Visuals glisten when I get fucked up
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| Rehab’s for quitters and I don’t give up
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| Cockin' the nine if you wanna act tough
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| This all by design, I don’t have any luck
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| When it comes to them dollars, don’t make me get buck
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| Hollow tip showers when I go and bust
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| Tell me the reason you wanna be us
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| I’ll tell you good riddance and then get the fuck
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| Used to fuck bitches in back of the bus
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| Nothin' has changed, bitch, I’m still bustin' nuts
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| Always complainin' 'bout bitches and love
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| When I don’t feel nothing, no, not even lust
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| Triple six demons, in Satan we trust
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| Killing these motherfuckers is a must |