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sick of living immortality
its a fabricated excuse for imperceptions
killing myself from the inside out, injecting myself with wasted space
walk around with these drones, who want a life awakened
instead to suffocate with pointless demands
impossible acts of unhappiness
this death walks around us, as we live immortality
if a needle doesnt kill you, then guns cant either
another fabricated excuse for imperceptions
too many die and leave their bodies behind
vacant drones, deviled machines
how much longer can I live sustaining immorality
so dead inside, I take these pills for dying
Ill take any chance for a risk to feel
we never needed the grave closest to the church
we never needed the pretty little homes
Ive tried it all for a chance to feel
Ive killed myself from the inside out
a joke, of living immortality
a fabricated excuse for imperceptions
one person dead, is just one person less hated.
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