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    I'm sorry mom I hope that praying starts paying off
    Holy schizophrenic sinners, pigs headfirst in the trough
    They can't string up a dead man dying free
    To forgive is to set a prisoner free
    But I discovered that prisoner was me
    They locked me up and threw away the key

    Make them go away
    All the leeches in my brain
    I feel them tugging at the strings
    And singing songs inside my veins
    I've been locked inside for so long

    'Cause motherfucker, I die with grace
    Front and center with gods spit on your face
    I am a lone lifer
    'Cause motherfucker, I die with grace

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    Make them go away
    All the leeches in my brain
    I feel them tugging at the strings
    And singing songs inside my veins
    I've been locked inside for so long

    Let me count the ways I tried to die today
    Oh, sweet angel, find father justice
    And tell him I'm not okay, for fuck's sake
    Drilling in your holy slogans
    Welcome to the city of oblivion
    Where it doesn't matter if you have
    An opinion
    C'mon, c'mon, let's take our medicine
    Don't tell me your troubles, 'cause we all had it rough.

    Make them go away
    All the leeches in my brain
    I feel them tugging at the strings
    And singing songs inside my veins
    I've been locked inside for so long

    I am the adapter
    A bipolar master actor
    You will feel my rapture
    They tell me I am the lone lifer

    Stay out of my head
    I won't take your medicine
    'Cause I will die with grace

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    Composición: Outline In Color, Kenneth Cecil Simonsen, Cj Cochran y Trevor Tatro

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