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Why the fuck do I feel this way
The hatred is breeding strength
The road is closed ahead but I'm moving faster with every step I take
I don't wanna see tomorrow if it means triviality in-comparable banality, everyone I see is living sickness breathing
So I guess I can't be too far out from there, stupid and ugly and worshipped for nothing
We're fighting and fucking and loving and gushing
I doubt there's time for rushing
Take a drink sit back relax
Devanations here to break your fucking backs, I wasn't done,
You're smoking crack, so for a matter of fact
I feel invisible, fucking invincible
The red is blinding
I feel equivocal and ever despicable
And the road is winding
You already know the scorn is binding, but where do I go from here?
(Give me a gun)
My hands slipped off the wheel and the wall is in front of me,
but I greet it with a smile
Because the future is vile, look into the eyes of a child
So innocent so ignorant, take it from a motherfucker that's brilliant
Your futile idealism is malignant, irreparable and militant
I hope that you hear this and cringe I hope you bring it up to your therapist
I pray that after you hear this or read this,
You buy a gun and bulletproof vest and take them,
Take em all, everyone, it's time to fall
Write it on the walls, it's a nightmare casting call, bring the monsters,
bring the pain and blanket Mother Earth with blood and hate
I feel invisible, fucking invincible
The red is blinding
I feel equivocal and ever despicable
And the road is winding
You already know the scorn is binding, but where do I go from here?
(Give me a gun)
I'm talking like ripped to shreds I mean scraped to shit by an 18 wheeler
Feed a man for free and he'll be back for more
Feed a man a bullet, you'll never hear from him again
I feel invisible, fucking invincible
The red is blinding
I feel equivocal and ever despicable
And the road is winding
You already know the scorn is binding, but where do I go from here?
(Give me a gun)

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