Are you ready for suicide?
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Let me run a razor cross your throat.
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You took that child on ride now, led them down a long and shameful road.
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It rips my heart out, to see you living.
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You gave them money in exchange for pain.
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You're the monster in the closet, they'll take your secrets with them to their
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grave.
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Locked you away behind cast iron doors.
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I'd rather see you dead on the floor.
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I hope that you're feeling so much pain now.
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Uncle Jack, can't you hear them still screaming?
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Broken hearts, broken dreams, yeah.
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Uncle Jack, is your evil still creepin'?
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Never comin back here again.
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What were you think gain. Are you ready for suicide?
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Let me run a razor cross your throat.
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You took that child on ride now, led them down a long and shameful road.
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It rips my heart in', are you human?
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You took their innocence and made them slaves.
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You want forgiveness, you're so sorry.
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I'd rather put you in an unmarked grave.
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Locked you away behind cast iron doors.
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I'd rather see you dead on the floor.
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I hope that you're feeling so much pain now.
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Uncle Jack, can't you see them still bleeding!
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Broken hearts, broken dreams, yeah.
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Uncle Jack, tell me how are you sleepin'?
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Never comin' back here again,
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What were you think gain.
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Uncle Jack
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