| Hang my head, no hope
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| Piss up a fucking rope
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| Cityscapes as I escape
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| My real city lies behind my face
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| Blood vessels as I decay
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| Oh what a beautiful place
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| Oh what a beautiful place
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| I’m losing everything
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| I’m losing everything
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| I’m losing everything
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| Where is my fucking mind?
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| I’m hearing voices
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| I’m hearing voices
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| I’m hearing voices echoing inside my hollow head
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| My brain is dead
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| Living behind my eyes
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| With no space to roam
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| Locked in by lies, so my head becomes my home
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| My head becomes my home
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| But this house doesn’t feel like a home
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| It’s made of rust and rotting bone
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| So I’m selling every thought inside
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| Fuck it, I’ma leave it behind
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| Nothing adds up
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| It’s never enough
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| So call it quits and stop giving a fuck
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| Watch me as my walls cave in, and my head gives way again
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| Hang my head, no hope
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| Piss up a fucking rope
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| Hang my head, Hang my head, no hope
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| Living behind my eyes
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| With no space to roam
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| Locked in by lies, so my head becomes my home
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| With no space to roam
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| My head, my head becomes my home
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| I build up these walls like a home
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| Swing through, make broken bones
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| Wrecking ball, crumble and fall
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| Piss up a fucking rope
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| Fuck it, now I’m gonna leave it behind |