Hallucination it¡¯s compensation
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Read between the lines it¡¯s a privacy invasion
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Hesitation and frustration
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Quit asking how I feel about it
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I don¡¯t wanna talk about it
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Why is the little boy setting fires
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While his daddies looking for the buyers
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Another sentiment they pulled out with pliers
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He hears the screaming you pack of fucking liars
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My mommy told me I¡¯m her biggest mistake
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I caused her addictions that she never could shake
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But any emotion you could fake if you look the other way
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And the shame you can take it (Fuck It)
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I don¡¯t wanna see (don¡¯t wanna see what they want me to see)
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And I don¡¯t wanna be (don¡¯t wanna be what they want me to be)
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Sculpt the fragile mind of the lunatic
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Feed ¡®em something till it makes them sick
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But it¡¯s the little things that make you tick
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You¡¯re a sick fucking freak and it a power type of fix
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So build ¡®em up and then tear ¡®em back down
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Let ¡®em know that he¡¯s the sharpest kid around
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Now something bitter swear rots your teeth
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You hollowed ¡®em out and now there¡¯s nothing underneath
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A New Tune
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| Far From Finished |
