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There is a price that we all must pay.
I'm not sorry for the mess that I have made.
So can you tell me what will you do,
When everything you know turns right around on you.
I will throw up all of these lies
You let them nail me to your cross.
No matter how, what, where or when.
I'll always lay down for all your sins.
My dad told me not to bite my tongue,
I hate my momma cause she left me with no love.
I bottled it up, I sweeped it under the rug (hate my mother).
If all the good things got to come to an end,
Then we're living in a world where the evil wins.
A lobbyist, a pessimist, a cynical, hypocritic mess.
Self-destruct personality,
Won't discuss my responsibility.
I am always walking on the final verge.
I'm killing myself but I am not a murderer.
I will throw up all of these lies
You let them nail me to your cross.
No matter how, what, where or when.
I'll always lay down for all your sins, down for all your sins.
My dad told me not to bite my tongue,
I hate my momma cause she left me with no love.
I bottled it up, I sweeped it under the rug (hate my mother).
If all the good things got to come to an end,
Then we're living in a world where the evil wins.
A lobbyist, a pessimist, a cynical, hypocritic mess.
Never gonna be the only thing that matters in my life when everything around me has failed.
Who knows what the future brings but eventually the truth will prevail.
It's moments like these where you really got to think about the broken dreams that you sell.
Tick tock in your head it goes where it stops who knows, like a carousel.
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My dad told me not to bite my tongue,
I hate my momma cause she left me with no love.
I bottled it up, I sweeped it under the rug (hate my mother).
If all the good things got to come to an end,
Then we're living in a world where the evil wins.
A lobbyist, a pessimist, a cynical, hypocritic mess.
Never gonna be the only thing that matters in my life when everything around me has failed.
Who knows what the future brings but eventually the truth will prevail.
It's moments like these where you really got to think about the broken dreams that you sell.
Tick tock in your head it goes where it stops who knows, like a carousel.
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