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The vultures feasting on my carrion |
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See if they can pierce through the rust |
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They think there's nothing to it |
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But they're too blind to see |
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I don't need them to tell me who I am... not |
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I'd do it myself but I just cannot |
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And they think there's nothing to it |
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But they're too cold to feel |
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There is no then, only now |
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I wanna love but don't know how |
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Fame and fortune, pain and torture |
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They're the same |
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Insane |
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I'm only good at destroying brain cells |
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The drunk robot I am |
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But that ain't nothing, right |
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Why's the truth so hard to see? |
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It's wrapped in misery |
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Then along came you |
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The one who pierced right through |
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I thought there's nothing to it |
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But I am too cold to feel |
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I've got my misery |
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This misery hates company |
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You were right all along |
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I strongly advise you to turn around and go |
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I know there's nothing to it |
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And nothing's all that will remain |
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We are the same |