| My perception my infection
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| Lazy bloody eyes
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| Self destruct so addictive
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| Here’s a taste of death here’s your taste of death
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| And I wish that I could feel the things you feel
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| And I wish that I could see the things you see
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| And through my eyes I see all your disgust
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| I don’t feel content
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| You don’t understand
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| Stomach still uneasy
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| Can’t escape the hate
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| And from it I’ll run
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| Put you in the river
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| And from you I’ll hide
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| Standing in the rain
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| And I’ll cut myself in a muddy cove
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| So when I die
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| There will be no
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| Processed information makes the world go round
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| Processed information makes the world go round
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| You’ve made me change so
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| I’ll pull the fuckin' trigger watch your head combust
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| Pull the fuckin' trigger watch your head combust
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| By pointing your fingers
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| You alienated me and made me the stranger
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| So instill the values you protect
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| This disease will spread and infect
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| And through my eyes
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| I see all your disgust
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| And through my eyes
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| I see all your disgust
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| Yellow running red becoming
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| Just waiting for the pain
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| Don’t you take my actions
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| Turn them against me
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| Don’t you
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| Don’t you take my actions
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| Turn them against me
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| I feel myself breaking
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| I feel myself break |