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Wind Up Dead
01:35
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There's a war in my head and no matter who wins, I lose
There's always voices calling, laughing screaming in my mind
There's never any quiet why is peace so hard to find?
Couldn't stop them if I wanted to I don't know what the fuck to do
They tell me to be angry they tell me to be mean
They say not to believe a single fucking thing I've seen
With thoughts like that in my head it'll be no wonder when I wind up dead
They don't have nothing nice to say, they tell me to get fucked
They only want what's worst for me I'm set to self-destruct
A passing urge they make it linger, where's the trigger? Here's my finger
They've taken everything from me and still they scream for more
I give and give it's not enough what do I even bother for?
With thoughts like that in my head it'll be no wonder when I wind up dead
Life's not easy, life's not fun
Plant a big sloppy kiss on the barrel of a gun
Don't have to struggle, it's easy to see
My life's a fucking joke and everyone's laughing but me
Ha ha ha when I wind up dead
Ha ha ha when I wind up dead
"Uh yeah, I always kinda figured one day, he'd, ya know, wind up dead"
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Trap
02:00
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In the blink of an eye everything went awry
The way it had to be
I watched them all beat their heads against the wall
It made no sense to me
Swallow all the lies and earn a measly prize
A fucking feast of scraps
All it cost was every single thing you've got
What a load of crap
Just believe the lies they're telling and buy everything they're selling
And give everything you've got until one day you just turn around and snap
Now I sit in shock while I punch the fucking clock
Year after fucking year
From 9 to 5 barely fucking feel alive
What am I doing here?
I cry and sob like a useless fucking slob
Cause I know this is it
Full of rage as I turn the fucking page
On my last will and testament
Just believe the lies they're telling and buy everything they're selling
And give everything you've got until one day you just turn around and snap
But watch your back because it's a trap.
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The Void
01:38
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I tear my flesh off, I climb the walls
I sit for hours, do nothing at all
I chew my fingers down to the bone
I'm always nervous I just wanna be alone
Inside the void, the void
I've been running my whole life and I can no longer avoid the fucking void
Cower in terror, shake and sweat
Another nightmare, I won't forget
I never sleep, I'll never die
I'll stay stuck, always screaming "Why?"
At the void, the void
I've been running my whole life and I can no longer avoid the fucking void
It makes me sick, it makes me sad
It makes me rethink every chance I never had
And won't get fucking back, my head's about to crack
The time has come to say goodbye because I'm never coming back
From the void, the void
I've been running my whole life and I can no longer avoid the fucking void
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Another Friday night, pack of powder in my pocket and I feel alright
All jacked up on anxiety, a hit of poppers is all I need
I'm sky high my head implodes, why do I do it? I don't know
Cause once the party ends I swear I'll never do cocaine again
I can't run and I can't hide, oh no
I'm committing slow suicide
Now it's Saturday afternoon, I look like hell and feel like doom
Pick the blood out of my nose, pick the scabs from between my toes
Sit and stink in my underwear, why am I alive? I don't care
Take a deep breath, count to ten and swear I'll never do cocaine again
I can't run and I can't hide, oh no
I'm committing slow suicide
I know how this story ends for Johnny Thunders and all his friends
But that won't happen to me, no self-inflicted tragedy
I know how this story ends for DeeDee Ramone and all his friends
But that won't happen to me, no self-inflicted tragedy
I know how this story ends for Darby Crash and all his friends
But that won't happen to me, no self-inflicted tragedy
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PCP & The Knives Salem, Massachusetts
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