Broken glass all around you.
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Try to hide but they find you every time.
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Even with everything you try to do,
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people can still look and see right through you.
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Looking like you came from a magazine.
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Regular Jockstar/Beauty Queen.
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Covered in labels barely able to speak for yourself.
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So you look and other people and help yourself.
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You have your passport so you can be identified.
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In case the most important thing is lost (your life).
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Every chance you take, just to be glorified,
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is just another link in the chain of your wrecking ball.
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[Chorus]
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This is the wreckoning that you feel happening.
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The wrecking ball destroying it all.
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The bullet inside of the smoking gun.
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The knife in my back when I try to run.
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The rain on the day's that I'm stuck outside.
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The one to reveal when I'm trying to hide.
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Mr. and Mrs. Popularity and the life of all the parties,
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got to be the first to be the bad ones,
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get fucked up and have too much fun.
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Daddy's not here to hold your hand .
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Time to buck-up and be a man.
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Nothing was stoping you before.
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Why stop now cause you're on the floor?
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I'm sure your get your close up,
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your fifteen minutes of fame and praise.
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You're the talk of the town.
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And every chance you take just to be glorified,
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is just another brick in the wall that you're bringing down.
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[Chorus]
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And when you try to end destruction,
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of the things that make you function,
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you want no interruption.
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And all because of all of your selfish assumptions,
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I'm "acting out" this way.
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You cause the eruption happening inside of me.
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The bullet inside of the smoking gun.
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The knife in my back when I try to run.
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The rain on the day's that I'm stuck outside.
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The one to reveal when I'm trying to hide.
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[Chorus]
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The Wreckoning
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Nonpoint |