This sickness it burns inside me
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It sticks in my throat I'm gonna choke I cannot speak
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Besides it runs the fear of the unknown
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Could this be some reckoning
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Wrath for wrong I've done, comin' back to haunt me
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The God I have denied his power shown
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But now I can't protest although defiant heart it pounds deep in my chest
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I know that this will have its way with me
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For now I choose to go
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I know it's just the mind tryin' to interrupt my flow
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Intentions all fall down
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My soul has died
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Feed the greed, its not need I figure so what
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Can you fix the hole
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that resides deep in this gut
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Right now I need a drink so
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I'll fix myself whatever it takes I cannot wait
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Now, this will not die they warned me in church when I was young I could rely
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If there's a God, he's one I've never seen
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& now I just lament
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Did not held the threat I played the cards that I've been dealt
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Like putting out the fire with gasoline
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For when I used I lose won't face the fear of life without something abused
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That now I'm forced to find another way
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My show your final show
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A homicide I tried to warn, you should have known
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Now I'll take you with me
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Show you my pain
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Feed the need it's not greed, I figure so what
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You gonna tell me punk now uh-huh
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Can you fix the hole
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that resides deep in this gut
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I'll fix myself whatever it takes I cannot wait
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Come & get it, Come & get it, get some
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I feed the need that twists my mind
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Time & time again (gibberish) Come & get it
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Get Some
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Snot |