Don’t you worry your ugly little head

I got enough pills

For the kills

Hey but you get your kicks and thrills

On taking your shit out

On me

And if it’s not me

It’s someone else

Which is not cool

But it ain’t my fight to fight

And I ain’t got the right

To play god

When he doesn’t exist

But what does is the evil

That LIES inside of you

Whoever the fuck you are

Whoever the fuck I was

You’ll never know again


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