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With the lights out version (the version that is most known by people)seems to be something like that:
That's it"
Until my tensions
Feed me, I'm fking hungry
Degrade me
I want my gun back
Like the fking resume
Experience credentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights
Sitting inside
And you get sicker than another little p*cker
Than a
Blasphemy
Hold me, I'm so pathetic
And study, all the sudden
Baby, suddenly find her
Daddy, exploring only
Like the fking resume
Experience potentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights
Sitting inside
And you get sicker than another little p*cker
Burn me
It's to potentially grade me
I'm fking hungry
Feed me, the wells of comfort
Exzume me
I want my complex back
A wicked man
Picked off the scabs and fed them
To the pigeons
Help him, he is so cornered
Kill him, your mercy wh*re will
Lights are fking around with me
Experience potentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day
White lights Really inside
And you get sicker than ahhhhhhh
Help me, fking hoses
Help me, until my tensions
Graise me, I'm really hungry
To gravy, I want my complex back
"Thank you and, good night