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    So this is how it ends?

    Sometimes I get so scared about this and the things that are not there
    How can I think when I'm trying my best to survive the monotonous day to day?
    Am I still here?
    Can you hear me, motherfucker, am I still here?
    I'm beginning to count down the days that I realized
    I'm still alive

    Yeah
    I'm feeling decadent
    I'm getting rid of the shit
    You won't try to conquer me
    I'll fight back cause I know what I believe
    I know now that I'm losing the plot
    Everything that I've seen is just an empty grave
    Just an empty grave
    Just an empty

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    I can't go on with the thought that one day I'll be out of here
    Fading into the nothing with every no one motherfucker
    How can I let it be me?
    I can't live with the thought that one day I'll be out of here

    Nah, not me
    Sometimes I think that I will be another name for them to see
    On the front page of the news that they consume
    No, not me
    Fuck, I ain't goin' nowhere
    Not me
    Yeah

    (Locked, locked)
    (Locked, locked)
    (404, locked)
    (Locked, locked)
    (Locked, locked)
    (404, locked)
    (Locked, locked)
    So now you're locked in to the sounds of the 404, locked
    So now you're locked in to the sounds of the 404

    So are you locked in?
    Now I've got your attention, are you locked in? (Locked in, locked in)
    I still got shit to say, but you ain't getting rid of me, not today (today, today)
    Yeah, I'm a little fucked up, but I got so much to say (say, say)
    Mentally deranged
    Who gives a fuck?
    So now you're locked in to the sounds of the 404, locked
    So now you're locked in to the sounds of the 404
    So now you're locked in to the sounds of the 404, locked
    The 40-fucking-4

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