I bankrupt your casinos
I kill while you’re asleep
These streets become so crowded
Condescending pieces of last year
I bleed straight from the ears
Our rivers are on fire
From the bridges that we burned
A thief & a liar
Well I’m sorry
I haven’t been myself lately
I’m sorry
I haven’t felt alive lately
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry
This ride started up again
And it makes me feel about how
Life isn’t perfect and I don’t want to be here
When bad things happen and all is lost
Well life’s just a ride that keeps on passing bye
Die
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