| At the world, I'm amazed |
| But you'll never tell by my face |
| The sentiment is overblown |
| All the lies are stuck in my throat |
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| I fill my skull with nonsense |
| Live an implicated consequence |
| And it's all so negative |
| I'll pretend that it's not happening |
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| What I love, they're always tryin' to take |
| And my fury's keeping me awake |
| I'm immune to the heartache |
| I've been living with the dull pain |
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| Am I addicted to despair? |
| And wasting time I'll never get back? |
| If there's a Hell, I'll meet you there |
| I'm in the waiting room |
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| I fill my skull with nonsense |
| Live an implicated consequence |
| And it's all so negative |
| I'll pretend that it's not happening |
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| I like what I represent |
| My anger comes at my expense |
| There's always something to be up against |
| I'll pretend that it's not happening |
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| To me |
| To us |
| To everyone |
| The world |
| The gods |
| The dogs |
| I'm not impressed |
| But I attest |
| I say |
| With my whole chest |
| Every moment's vital |
| And I'm feeling suicidal |
| But I smile |
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| I fill my skull with nonsense |
| Live an implicated consequence |
| And it's all so negative |
| I'll pretend that it's not happening |
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| I like what I represent |
| My anger comes at my expense |
| There's always something to be up against |
| I'll pretend that I'm not scared |
| I'll tell myself that it's not happening |
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