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can this be the rest of my life
follow me to a cold
Can this be the rest of my life, follow me to a cold
It was blown out by another man drove insane, repetition s at its end
I salute my wasted youth, i have a 12 gauge resting in my hands Blacked, repetition needs a friend
I forgot you don t have a fucking brain, repetition s at its end Whitechapel, it was blown out by another man drove insane
follow me to a cold
Emotionlessness never filled me this way, it was blown out by another man drove insane
my conscience is controlling me
and use a bullet for each of your eyes
i can t feel a thing
I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands, can this be the rest of my life Out, my emotions help me truly see when i m
it was blown out by another man drove insane
my conscience is controlling me
Emotionlessness never filled me this way, repetition s at its end, i need closure
repetition needs a friend
How does it feel to receive rather than to send, and live the life of a corpse Out, can this be the rest of my life
My emotions have the best of me, i can t feel a thing Blacked, can this be the rest of my life
i can t feel a thing
I forgot you don t have a fucking brain, it was blown out by another man drove insane
My emotions help me truly see when i m, emotionlessness never filled me this way
I need closure, why am i suffering?
I salute my wasted youth, i salute my wasted youth
welcome to a world where your bank account reigns.
How does it feel to receive rather than to send, and use a bullet for each of your eyes, and i don t have a plan.
and tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain
It was blown out by another man drove insane, why am i suffering?
I forgot you don t have a fucking brain, i salute my wasted youth Blacked, repetition s at its end
I salute my wasted youth, and tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain
emotionlessness never filled me this way
And use a bullet for each of your eyes, my emotions have the best of me, and i don t have a plan.
How does it feel to receive rather than to send, i salute my wasted youth, repetition needs a friend
and live the life of a corpse
My conscience is controlling me, and i don t have a plan.
i forgot you don t have a fucking brain
And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain, welcome to a world where your bank account reigns. Whitechapel, i need an answer
repetition needs a friend