| Fall asleep dreamin' red is what I see anymore
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| And I do not fear of death because I seen em before
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| My eyes are closed to open wide to see it never change
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| Only the players in the game, but all the rest stay the same
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| Is this reality I’m livin' in or pinnace for pricing
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| I’m feelin' sorry for myself, please take out the violin
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| And playin' symphony to soundtrack of a lunatic
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| I mighta illuminated or finally loosin' it
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| I walk a thin line between myself and somebody else
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| And I cannot decipher between I’m living in fuckin' hell
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| Or dying on earth, my whole world is a crying shame
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| Nothing is what it seems it’s like some shit out the crying game
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| I’m sickening, inflicted in feeling somewhat vindictive
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| I’d put a bullet in my brain, but even that seems conflicted
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| Where would I end up or it just start all over
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| Give me the horns of Lucifer or the wings of Jehovah
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| All this violence in your head seem
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| Flowing through your veins like a symphony
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| And it’s a psychopathic melody
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| Sit in silence still your head scream
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| Playing through your veins like a symphony
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| And it’s a psychopathic melody
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| It’s a psychopathic melody
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| It’s a psychopathic melody
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| Is my reality a figment of my imagination
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| Everything that I see, somehow it’s all my creation
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| Or am I just as disturbed as some fuckers locked in the padded cell
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| Doped up on anti psychotics, livin' in hell
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| Can’t remember my birth, no recolection of death
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| And where did it all go away? |
| No longer taking a breath
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| And when did it all go away? |
| If I started blastin' at bastards
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| Startin' killing everybody, I’m a virus or cancer?
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| Am I the reason for bleeding the reason families are grieving
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| The reason for seasons like I’m the reason for heathens
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| Or am I just a human being who is only being human
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| With more questions and answers like what the hell am I doing?
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| Why do I’m still obsessed with this shit just fill me with zolopine
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| Let me drew in the corner, just shoot me up fully dopamine
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| I just wanna drift away I call my daily departed
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| But with my love that’s how this whole situation got started
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| This won’t go away until your dying day
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| And you will suffer in your own way (your own way)
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| And in the end there will be hell to pay (hell to pay)
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| At the gates they say «go away, go away, go away…» |