| I've been in a rut, ducked off from the sun
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| Bit my gun with my black gold gums
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| I'm no fun, I'm no fun
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| Blood run marathons down my chest (Down my chest!)
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| I'm a mess, ain't nobody gonna clean up
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| Bulletproof your limousine
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| I been in the, market for a brand new soul
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| Daddy hit a brand new low
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| Better yet, another agoraphobic episode
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| Here we go again, here we go again, here we go
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| Cut me up to little pieces like you're Ed Poe
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| Let me rest in pieces underneath the floorboards
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| Planet on fire, no fucks given
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| I'ma let us all die, let us all die, really I
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| I haven't been good to myself
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| And you haven't been good to me
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| I haven't been good to myself
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| And lately, you haven't been good to me
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| Lately, I decided I'ma stay alive
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| I just wanna live and see society die
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| Looking around and all I see is at the end of the line
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| I see a dystopia, dystopia!
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| Evil all over and no one is (Safe)
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| Nihilist, I am the finest, though I don't align with it
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| (We're all to blame)
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| Keep on denying it!
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| You think that I need you
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| I'll show you I'm fine
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| You think that I need you?
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| You think that I need you?
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| You think that I need you?
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| You think that I need you!?
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| You think that I need you (Need you!)
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| I'll show you I'm fine (I'm fine!)
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| What happens when you cut out the circuitry?
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| The chips, machines—what's left?
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| Flesh. |
| We're vulnerable, fragile, weak |