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    Half alive and stark raving free
    In the line front, encroaching
    The purpose of this commercial-free interruption
    Due to the prolific nature of this statement
    Listener aggression is advised

    It's strange, whenever I see a gun
    I think about just how petty you are
    And it blows my fucking mind
    Yeah, it blows my fucking mind
    These days, It never seem to get enough
    I'm tired of this shit, I want to go up
    Don't waste my fucking time
    Don't waste my fucking time

    Because anything exceptional
    Gets crushed by governed people
    With jealousy and ignorance
    And all that coven equals
    This one, it isn't special
    Collections made of clay
    I'm waiting for the punishment
    I know it's on my way

    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up

    Irreverence is my disease
    It's secondhand, but you know me
    The son of a bitch is on his knees
    The last man standing gets no pity
    Somewhere on a... Wall
    I read the words you form along
    To form a life, they're for my mind
    Then I find myself a truth
    Something so profound and now it's sitting there
    Surrounded by the damage of the state

    Another victim of the refuse
    Now I've been saying this for years
    But you don't comprehend it
    I fight hell and I fight fear
    Because I understand it
    Androgeny and insults
    Your choice, don't wanna be difficult
    You wanna win the war?
    Know what you're fighting for

    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up

    Irreverence is my disease
    It's secondhand, but you know me
    The son of a bitch is on his knees
    The last man standing gets no pity
    With angel eyes and demon seeds
    You're missing what you really need
    When all is said and done, you see
    The last man standing gets no pity
    No pity, no pity, no pity
    No pity, no pity
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up

    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up

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