Half alive and stark raving free in the line front
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It's strange, whenever I see a gun
I think about just how petty you are
And it blows my f*cking mind!
Yeah, it blows my f*cking mind!
These days, I never seem to get enough
I'm tired of this sh*t, I want to go up
Don't waste my f*cking time!
Don't waste my f*cking time!
Because anything exceptional
Gets crushed by governed people
With jealousy and ignorance
And all that coven equals
This one, it isn't special
Collections made of clay
I'm waiting for the punishment
I know it's on my way
(Cut- cut- cut me up and
F*ck- f*ck- f*ck me up)
Cut- cut- cut me up and
F*ck- f*ck- f*ck me up! [x5]
Irreverence is my disease
It's secondhand, but you know me
The son of a b*tch is on his knees
The last man standing gets no pity
Somewhere on a toilet wall
I read the words you form along
To form a life, they're for my life
And I find myself a truth
Something so profound and now it's sitting there
Surrounded by the damage of the state
Another victim of the refuse
Now I've been saying this for years
But you don't comprehend it
I fight hell and I fight fear
Because I understand it
Androgeny and insults
Your choice, don't wanna be difficult
You want to win the war?
Know what you're fighting for
Half alive and stark raving free in the line frontCroaching on the purpose of this commercial-free interruptionDue to the prolific nature of this statementListener aggression is advisedIt's strange, whenever I see a gunI think about just how petty you areAnd it blows my f*cking mind!Yeah, it blows my f*cking mind!These days, I never seem to get enoughI'm tired of this sh*t, I want to go upDon't waste my f*cking time!Don't waste my f*cking time!Because anything exceptionalGets crushed by governed peopleWith jealousy and ignoranceAnd all that coven equalsThis one, it isn't specialCollections made of clayI'm waiting for the punishmentI know it's on my way(Cut- cut- cut me up andF*ck- f*ck- f*ck me up)Cut- cut- cut me up andF*ck- f*ck- f*ck me up! [x5]Irreverence is my diseaseIt's secondhand, but you know meThe son of a b*tch is on his kneesThe last man standing gets no pitySomewhere on a toilet wallI read the words you form alongTo form a life, they're for my lifeAnd I find myself a truthSomething so profound and now it's sitting thereSurrounded by the damage of the stateAnother victim of the refuseNow I've been saying this for yearsBut you don't comprehend itI fight hell and I fight fearBecause I understand itAndrogeny and insultsYour choice, don't wanna be difficultYou want to win the war?Know what you're fighting for
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