I know that you’re confused. I’ve been there once, I’m been there twice, the third I didn’t chose.
I guess I’m born to lose. The ones that broke you down, they look so cool, that’s why I always break the fuddgin rules
my synchronized wombs. All these scars, from the war against ourselves,
I’m living in h&ll is what is real. They broke me down, I can’t blocked the sound. So I turn to the one thing I knew well that won’t let me down.
People don’t think to ask what’s wrong, I stop and go to the beat of the broken flowing blood.
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