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What's the matter with you?
Chin up get through
It's true
We're born and bled
What's the matter with you?
Chin up get through
In truth
I'd rather be fucking dead
What's the matter with you?
Chin up get through It's true We're born and bled What's the matter with you?
Chin up get through
In truth I'd rather be fucking Rather be fucking dead
What's your social currency?
In our corpocracy
Safe echo chamber
Brutal reality
We can't know our minds
Through this distorted sea
Sailing flawed vessels
Mother hear me
What's the matter with you?
Chin up get through
It's true
We're born and bled
What's the matter with you?
Chin up get through
In truth
I'd rather be fucking dead
What's the matter with you?
Chin up get through It's true We're born and bled What's the matter with you?
Chin up get through
In truth I'd rather be fucking Rather be fucking dead
I can't think
Missing puzzle piece, can't find the link
I can't feel
Is it in my mind or is it real?
I don't know what I meant to do
On my own
On my own
Through the heart sick helplessness Can we reach up through the scars Through the rift we carry on together On to never now
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