This part goes out to people like you who knew that this could come through.
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It¡¯s so hard to explain the strength of the chain that binds us. We keep this
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inside shining of pride knowing that you¡¯re existing. You always denied us,
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tried to divide us into everything.
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Lack of communication takes the breath out of me. I¡¯m pleading without seeing
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I¡¯m looking for my enemy. I have no patience to see that you¡¯re filled with
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greed. The only thing that satisfies you is when I bleed.
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This is an illustration of desperation. When you¡¯re getting your education from
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the fucking TV station. I seem to fade away. I seem to fade away. I want to
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fade away!
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This part goes out to those fucking fools who are breaking our hearts into
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pieces. Making up names, setting their aims to talk shit about all releases. I
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want to extend this to some of the people I usually bump into. The running man
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without a band who thinks he¡¯s everything just because of a fucking tattoo.
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Illustration Of Desperation
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Raised Fist |