They say its up to me
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They say its up to you
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They say a bunch of shit
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When its hell they put you through
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Death on TV, death on the streets
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Its death you've got to pray for
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If you want any peace
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They cut into me,
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They cut into you,
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They throw it away
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(Nothing you can do)
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They cut into me
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Oh, Ritalin's the heroin of bratty little kids
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The bums on the street want more than you can give
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So dance on broken glass
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And drink straight from the fire
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Forget what you know
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Oh, shoot what gets you higher
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I get up and I see all the ugly things in this world
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Don't think I can take it
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Look at your TV, it's controlled reality
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All this fucking shit, It cuts into me
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Cut Into Me
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