The day that I was born
My mother told me "Son,
Live not by the things they say,
And live not by the gun"
My father said that men don't cry
Instead, they bite their tounges
Just let yourself rot from inside
It's really lots of fun
Hey

A bridge transcending time
Is never to be burned
To every man his own
Unless it's what he's earned
And he who bites the hand that feeds
Will have his lesson learned
Burn me up, lock me donm
Inside a fucking urn

Tell me
What I should be
Unless it's set in stone
Believe
What you see
Our lives are not our own

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