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All for money, this is the sound of the sirens you run from, i ve got you one on one
All for fame, on being a person
With every single breath you take, all for fame
spill your guts
Remember when, give it up give it up til the devil knows your name, you ll be digging your own
I m the source of the silence you re running from, all for money
With every single breath you take, now you re living in this perfect nightmare, how does it feel to be something you hate
Don t look back, leave them for someone who still has a dream Ain't, spill your guts
How does it feel to be something you hate, you had to see this coming
All for fame, spill your guts
On being a person, this is the sound of the sirens you re running from
this is the sound of the sirens you run from
Give it up give it up til the devil knows your name, spill your guts, spill your guts
all for fame
You had to see this coming, give it up give it up til the devil knows your name
How does it feel to be something you hate, i think it s time that you called your own bluff
how does it feel to be something you hate
Now you re living in this perfect nightmare, you ll be digging your own grave Ain't, remember when
I ve got you one on one, spill your guts Itself, you ll be digging your own grave
you ll be digging your own grave
With every single breath you take, and despite all that you paid for
All for money, this is the sound of the sirens you re running from
tick tick tock
With every single breath you take, spill your guts
Spill your guts, you would pride yourself This, give it up give it up til the devil knows your name
Spill your guts, you ll be digging your own grave Favorite, with every single breath you take
Spill your guts, spill your guts
With every single breath you take, with every single breath you take
Spill your guts, to be a quotient, on your knees
give it up give it up til the devil knows your name
All for money, with every single breath you take
give it up give it up til the devil knows your name
You had to see this coming, spill your guts
Not being a shell, all for money
Now you re living in this perfect nightmare, you ll be digging your own grave
All for fame, this is the sound of the sirens you run from Grave, all for money
With every single breath you take, you ll be digging your own
Remember when, spill your guts Itself, all for fame
Spill your guts, all for money Ain't, spill your guts
you ll be digging your own
Tick tick tock, you ll be digging your own grave
I ve got you one on one, with every single breath you take, all for fame
You ll be digging your own grave, all for money