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Body Bags
Body Bags
No time to bleed
just the final thought
never lied to myself
if it was all worth – worth it,
Wasteland ahead
rain seems so calm
washing all the sins
deep into the ground
No shadow upon me
no pitiful gazes
motherfuckers now lie
in the body bags
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Dead end,
here it comes again
when I pulled that trigger
to become a man
Dead end
here it comes again
when I proved I’m alive
and I made that stand
When you walk around me, when you talk like a pet
when you control what I wish for, and what I regret
you force me to think that you’re all that I’ve got
to believe that I’m blessed, but the fact is I’m not