| I’m a burden to myself, elected by the default
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| Too much pressure and the constant expectation of achievement
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| And I’ve got a guilty conscience with nothing left to lose, and nothing left to
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| prove
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| I am a shell displaying all my faults and inhibitions
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| It’s a feeling I can’t shake off, help me with my inner demons
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| A voluntary restraint on my expressions, I digress
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| To the point of no return where I was left to confess
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| There is no hope it end before it started
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| There is no hope it end before it started
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| There is no hope it end before it started
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| There is no hope it ends before it starts
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| This is the time to start and kill your disbeliefs
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| We are the founders of the streets, and we’re unleashed
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| We take what’s ours today and, then we come like thieves
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| You’re left for dead, but there’s no time for you to grieve
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| We’ve got to find ourselves, we gotta take control
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| We’ve got the feeling of failure, we gotta take control
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| Now is the time to gather and grind
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| Look to the lights as we’re falling from the heights
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| As you beg for my pity, we’ll return to the city
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| Divided we stand, united we fall
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| Go to the ocean, we’ll follow the motion
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| Survival of the fittest, the bitches, the sickest
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| There is no hope it end before it started
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| There is no hope it end before it started
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| There is no hope it end before it started
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| There is no hope it ends before it starts
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| This is the time to start and kill your disbeliefs
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| We are the founders of the streets, and we’re unleashed
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| We take what’s ours today and, then we come like thieves
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| You’re left for dead, but there’s no time for you to grieve
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| We don’t know where to hide, we’ve lost our sense of vision
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| I tried to shield my eyes, I’m on a fucking mission
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| Let’s start the homicide, you make the first incision
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| But you’ve already died, depend on your religion
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| We find our strength in numbers, we fight back
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| We find our strength in numbers, we attack
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| We find our strength in numbers, we fight back
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| Where is your god, where is your saviour?
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| This is the time to start and kill your disbeliefs
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| We are the founders of the streets, and we’re unleashed
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| We take what’s ours today and, then we come like thieves
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| You’re left for dead, but there’s no time for you to grieve
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| There is no time for you to grieve
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| No fucking time for you to grieve
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| There is no time |