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I know you swim in the shit from your own fat head |
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Feel not a thing |
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Numb to your brother who lies in the street |
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I'll show you a million words that I never said |
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[Chorus I] |
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Now it's time to reap in what you've sown |
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Better off dead |
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Nail me down |
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My soul you'll never own |
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Better off dead |
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I claim you a symbol for what's wrong today |
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Closed eyes with my back to you |
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Shattered faith of your jaded prey |
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[Chorus II] |
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Now it's time to reap in what you've sown |
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Better off dead |
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Nail me down |
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My soul you'll never own |
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Better off dead |
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Smear your face in dirt from which you were born |
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Better off dead |
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Losing now a mask of false control |
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Better off dead |
