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Come on down, and see the idiot right here
Too fxcked to beg and not afraid to care
What's the matter with calamity anyway?
Right, get the fxck outta my face
Understand that I can't feel anything
It isn't like, I wanna sift through the decay
I feel like a wound, like I got a fxckin'
Gun against my head, you live when I'm dead

One more time, motherf-cker

Everybody hates me now, so fxck it!
Blood's on my face and my hands, and I
Don't know why, I'm not afraid to cry
But that's none of your business
Whose life is it? Get it, see it, feel it, eat it
Spin it around so I can spit in it's face
I wanna leave without a trace
Cause I don't wanna die in this place