| Roll up and I’ll light a fucking match to the gas, no gas mask
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| Make it splash and all of a sudden I’m getting ashes
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| Lasting more than I can fathom
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| Mass appeal is real it seems
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| Mass didn’t appeal to me
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| Six six six
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| Wrists glisten cause of slits
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| Heads missing so I split
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| Driven apathy, actually traffic, no tragic car accidents happen
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| You’re just a fucking blip
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| It only matters cause we’re matter scattering around a hole that gets blacker
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| Hold up before I blow up, give me one more time I can pour up
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| Got the wheels spinning but my blood’s thinning
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| Oddy telling me that it’s time to quit it
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| But I can’t, I’ll faint
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| Just one lil' taste real quick so I get straight
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| I’m so in debt with this shit, I can’t pay
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| I’m so in love with this shit, I can’t think
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| Mind gone blank
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| I just keep sinking, ducked out sleeping
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| These drugs my weakness
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| Seek this money, wrist keep bleeding
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| And it’s seeming
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| That the death of me is gonna be these demons
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| Sold my soul to Satan waiting in line at the mall
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| I got six phones, I got six homes, I got a grave six feet tall
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| What do I know? |
| Failed chemistry
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| Hated religion, fuck it all |