never heard my name called never anyone at all,
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never in the right at the heart of every fault,
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time to write me off,
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demand the antidote to rescue this stranded soul,
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castaway the last to know that the dream is gone,
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everyday life takes its toll,
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when are we going home,
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becoming cold
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how did we get here what are we alive for,
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give me the reason to murder my idols
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save your faith for the faithless we need it most,
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need something to believe in but nothing comes close,
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hindsight wont let me sleep at night amputate this foolish pride,
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minds eye pickled in cyanide and i can laught at myself
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everyday life takes its toll,
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when are we going home,
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everyday life takes its toll,
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when are we going home,
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the devients will deviate rewrite the rules alleviate,
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a martyrs meant to mediate messiahs mend the word,
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never heard my name called never anyone at all,
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never in the right at the heart of every fault,
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time to write me off
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i feel no pulse
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no vital signs,
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a forced impulse,
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among idol minds,
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everyday life takes its toll,
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when are we going home,
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becoming cold,
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how did we get here and what are we alive for,
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give me a reason to murder my idols,
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save your faith for the faithless we need it most,
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need something to believe in but nothing comes close,
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hindsight wont let me sleep at night amputate this foolish pride,
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minds eye pickled in cyanide and i can laugh at myself,
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how did we get here and what are we alive for,
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give me a reason to murder my idols,
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some heads have got to roll,
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everyday life takes its toll,
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when are we going home,
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everyday life takes its toll,
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when are we going home,
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you made me what i am today,
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the toll that my life's taken everyday,
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dont think i'll ever make it home,
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not going home,
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i wont forget where i came from,
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or what you made me,
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some heads have got to roll
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Becoming Cold
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Mushroomhead |