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One, two, three, yeah
Chew me up and spit me out, when
There's nothing left of me
My life's expectancy
Here we go, again
Downward spiral
Guess, I know it when
I don't see tomorrow
I can't seem to break out of my own head
Can't seem to figure it out, instead
Falling faster
Back to the patterns
I'll be your cadaver
Perfect disaster
Push the dagger
Twist and shatter
You pull me apart, again
The wound is ever bleeding
It's nowhere close to healing
It's like I'm marked for death
And death ain't just don't care 'bout your feelings
Is there a chance to complain?
Or tear me down for some fun?
I'll be the butt of them jokes
Them words are bullets, in loaded guns
Falling faster
Back to the patterns
I'll be your cadaver
Perfect disaster
Push the dagger
Twist and shatter
You pull me apart, again
I can't seem to break out of my own head
Can't seem to figure it out, instead
Falling faster
Back to the patterns
I'll be your cadaver
Perfect disaster
Push the dagger
Twist and shatter
You pull me apart, again
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