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Eat your inners, choke on your tongue |
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Rip off your flesh, be gone |
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Gouge eyes, drown in your spit |
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Self-loathing son of a bitch - |
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That's itWho needs friends when |
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I've got these meds |
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And I know where the trouble stems |
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Who thinks it's all set to fail ? |
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This is not the case |
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Punch the numbers, push the button |
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Keep life living... |
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EscapePunch the numbers, push the button |
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Keep life living... |
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EscapeWhen justice meets revenge |
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There's much to ascertain |
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After the trigger is pulled... |
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Fools... All learn it the hard way |
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Lost (Amputate/Dismember) |
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Lost (Tank treads and train tracks) |
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Pull your |
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Hair out, eat poison |
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Jump from that window |
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Scratch your eyes out, fall down stairs |
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Just fucking die though |
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Who needs friends when |
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I've got these meds |
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And I know where the trouble stems |
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Who thinks it's all set to fail ? |
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This is not the case |
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Concern is not your care |
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Shovel to the back, to the back of your head |
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Stare down this frozen glare |
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Nothing to fear, |
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NothingNothing ! |
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Lost (Amputate/Dismember) |
