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Itâs in his brain
A clot that travelled through his veins and settled in
âAnd what a simple stroke of geniusâ he thought
To kill the part of him thatâs good
And feed his ego the remains
Dressed up at all the masquerades he throws himself
He wears the youth he stole from us,
But heâs just another crooked suit beneath tattoos
And though thereâs people at the wake thereâs no mourning to see
The sounds of empty halls seem sweeter to me
But I wake every morning to find
His legacy still haunting all of the songs Iâd like to sing
So hereâs to the day I set them free.
But we canât escape!
We clawed and picked apart the chains we forged ourselves
âCause heâs a sad, pathetic, washed up, old, delusional, perverted, stubborn fool
Ohh! Let me set them free!
Ohh! I just needed the freedom to stand and watch as my words cave in
To bury me for
All my sins
All the roads I let you lead us down
Youâre mistaken
We donât owe you a single thing
âCause you took the best of all our years
and Iâm sorry this wonât bring yours back
Youâre mistaken.
We donât owe you a single thing
âCause weâve got nothing left.
So hereâs to the day I set them free
And watch as my words cave in
To bury me in this