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I am no savior and I ain't no saint |
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They will take me to the electric chair |
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Yeah, Ha ha ha |
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No remorse and no regrets |
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for those I've sent straight to hell |
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I have my demons; they're all in my cell |
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They're all here and follow me everywhere |
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My hate controls me and gives me strength |
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My only protection inside the walls |
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Dying. Desiring. Lying. Dying. |
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Dying. Desiring. Lying. Dying. |
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The walls are closing in |
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My cell is getting smaller |
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Soon, all the pain's must cease |
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Life will end here |
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My final days are counting |
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I can wash away the pain |
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My body's getting colder |
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I feel so unafraid |
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Dying. Desiring. Lying. Dying. |
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Dying. Desiring. Lying. Dying. |
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The walls are closing in |
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my cell is getting smaller |
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Soon, all the pain's must cease |
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Life will end here |
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My final days are counting |
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I can wash away this pain |
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My body's getting colder |
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I feel so unafraid |
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On death row. |
