| Anxiety
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| Up in the morning I feel the immediate beat of my heart that is speeding up
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| Feeding a demon that’s seeking to eat at my being
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| I get up to pee and I think of a million things that I need to achieve
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| And the chi is depleting I’m sinking while dreaming of singing
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| I’m brushing my teeth, and I’m seeing the bleeding
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| My vigorous scrubbing is leaving the gums till they’re bloody and beaten
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| My stomach is screaming for something appealing to munch in the PM
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| But what I’ve been dealing with really been keeping my hunger receding
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| I want to proceed but I’m weak, and wiggin the fuck out I’m freaking
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| I’m stuck in a rut and the wheels of my brain have been peeling away in the
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| deep of the mud
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| And I’m eager to rush to the people to bust on the beats in the club
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| But the meetings they come by the dozen, with none of em seeming to budge
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| (Jesus!) There’s nothing to for me to become
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| If I’m happy to sit on my ass and imagine my team had a buzz
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| And it’s never been easy for us, and then seeing the fuss over green little
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| fucks that the media trumps while they leave us to eat up the crumbs
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| (Egregious)
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| And little by little I’m chipping away at the brittle facade of my will
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| To fulfill the ambitions I had as a child
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| Anxiety riddled, when time is an issue — I’m bound
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| (You will not slow me down!)
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| I’m driven to finish the mission, no matter the prison I sit in
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| Is mental or physical, when did this shit go to trial?
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| Possessed by a negative sense of denial and doubt
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| GET OUT MY HEAD! |
| O DEMON
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| Trial
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| Ladies & Gentlemen, May I direct attention to gaze on the evidence
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| That has been getting me fed up whenever presenting it
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| Let it be known to the jury and judge of the court that I’m seeking a settlement
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| And a conviction to put the defendant to death
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| And I meant it when I said my etiquette wasn’t as elegant
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| When I’m addressing this Son of a bitch in my presence
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| I bet if I let you reflect on elements that have been set up ahead of the
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| Sentencing, you would agree with the sentiment — O, Demon
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| Look at the skeleton. |
| People, now who could you tell it is?
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| Who do you know that could truly renew it to sediment, ruin the specimen
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| Who in the hell be as decadent,? |
| Part of his nature — a testament
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| To be compelled to kill — whether he had the intent is irrelevant
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| Who is the addict of adding the panic, until you need medicine
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| Brutally batter executives, sicken the pitiful peasant
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| The funeral debt is tremendous, we’ll get a confession! |
| Or better yet —
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| 2 to a cell — if it’s time and anxiety in bed together
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| This beautiful serial killer has managed to kill everyone on the
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| Planet 100% of the time, And his record is perfect
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| And I will admit that I kind of admire that sort of commitment
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| Denying the feat — you’re committing a crime with that bit of assertion-
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| I’m ripping the curtain, revealing the truth and they get to observe it
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| I’m beginning to see the effects and he’s getting so nervous
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| If our bodies regenerate why in the fuck do we celebrate
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| Dying a day at a time from the poison he' gave us when birth hit
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| And I’ve had it, no matter the verdict, I’m taking the law and I’m skirting it
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| Doing it dirty, I’m bringing the murderer down
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| If it’s sounding like I’m in a hurry, or cursing you out
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| (You will not slow me down!)
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| I want it so bad that I hate it, I’m breaking the barrier — racing
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| To win everything cause I made it personal vow
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| So either I die when I try or I throw in the towel
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| UGH! |
| GET OUT MY HEAD! |
| O' DEMON
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| I don’t wanna wake up. |
| I don’t wake up
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| I don’t wanna wake up. |
| Anymore
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| I feel it when I wake up, like I just exposed a nerve
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| Cannot shake the feeling — I left a single stone unturned
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| I feel it when I wake up, like I just exposed a nerve
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| Cannot shake the feeling — I left a single stone unturned
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| I know your relentless, you’ll never stop coming to tear me to pieces
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| You hunting me, Crushing me, running me into the ground
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| Till I vanish when breaking the fucking speed of sound
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| You will not slow me down!
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| I know that I’m living on time that I borrowed
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| And maybe tomorrow’s the day that I finally take my applause and bow
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| I will not wake up in a panic again, starting now!
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| GET OUT MY HEAD! |
| O DEMON |