| I always knew that you’d draw first blood
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| You take but you don’t give
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| I tried to live and let live but you grew too fat
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| So now I have to cut the head off the tick
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| Get a grip before you slip on your stepping stones
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| I see the shiver in your bones
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| You know the fall is fast, a snake in the grass
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| Smoke and mirrors, pull the trigger
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| You’re the driver, I’m the car crash
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| And you’ll never see it coming
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| And you’ll never see it coming
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| Kickback
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| Feel the kickback
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| Feel the, feel the, feel the kickback
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| Feel the kickback, feel the kickback
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| Feel the, feel the, feel the kickback
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| Time to cash your reality check
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| Cause you’re talking out the side of your neck
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| You let your soul slip through the cracks
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| Feel the kickback
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| I don’t stress the self-obsessed
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| Can’t get that feeling off your chest
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| Your head gets bigger by the second
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| But you know you’re only second at best
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| Dearly departed
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| This was over before it even started
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| You know the fall is fast, another snake in the grass
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| Motherfucker smoke and mirrors, pull the trigger
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| You’re the driver, I’m the car crash
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| And you’ll never see it coming
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| And you’ll never see it coming
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| Kickback
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| Feel the kickback
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| Feel the, feel the, feel the kickback
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| Feel the kickback, feel the kickback
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| Feel the, feel the, feel the kickback
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| Time to cash your reality check
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| Cause you’re talking out the side of your neck
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| You let your soul slip through the cracks
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| Feel the kickback
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| A cure collected from the ears of the immune
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| Like an insect clinging to an empty vein
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| With nowhere left to spread your plague
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| Return to the dirt from which you came
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| So spare me your sickness
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| If the venom hangs from the hollow fangs
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| Uncommon extinction
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| As the swarm goes unsustained
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| It’s not your fault, it’s just who you are
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| Bullshit |