Your name is dirt
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and I've got you under my nails,
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from clawing to freedom,
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I've been buried below your dark trails
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Do you know who you are?
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Are you having the time of your life?
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Well I hoped there would be a day I would see you get your desserts
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but baby there's still time
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So when you lose your mind,
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you'll find it at the bottom of the mess that's your life
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Go take your own advice
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Keep hoping that the lies never catch up to you in time
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Your name is filth
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Cause that's all you spew from your mouth
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Well I think that your moral compass is broke,
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it only points you south
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And I wear my scars
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like rings on a tree,
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there they are
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showing my age and proving where I've been so far
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So when you lose your mind,
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you'll find it at the bottom of the mess that's your life
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Go take your own advice
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Keep hoping that the lies never catch up to you in time
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I can't say for sure
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but it seems like you get more and more secure with every jab
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My life with you
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is like tying my own noose
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So when you lose your mind,
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you'll find it at the bottom of the mess that's your life
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Go take your own advice
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Keep hoping that the lies never catch up to you in time [x2]
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Pigsty
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