As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth,
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hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air.
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All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within.
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Feeling like shit, again, again, again, again!
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URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING!
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Never rise, stuck within the depths of which I dwell.
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No way out, feel I'll meet my maker soon.
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I'm just waiting to die and take a different form.
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I am cold, smiling as hate keeps burning my soul.
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URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING!
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You're a fucking loser!
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That's all that you'll be.
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You're just a fucking loser!
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No, not me!
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URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING!
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FUCK OFF YOU AIN'T SHIT!
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URA Fucking Loser
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| Bile |
