Sick of your existence
Soon the slate will wash clean
I survived through extermination
There's only one way this ends
Your actions cancel your words
Faulted by what you've done
Won't be a product of my surroundings
This environment will not consume me
Sick of every fucking waste of life I see
That won't be me
You made your choice
I should have kept my arms closed
Should never question my instincts
Despite what most people said
I always knew how you'd turn out to be
Popularity reflects the ability not to stand on your own
The comfort of whoever worships you
You'll accept whoever you get
How does it feel to wake up everyday and know you're all the same
You have nothing that's your own
Not a trace of who you were, there's no chance for redemption
Now there's nothing left of you
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