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There are some things I have to say regarding your blasphemy.
And honestly it’s been killing me.
Quit driving slander that you speak home maybe you’ll hit the truth.
Not a bump in the road or an unpaid toll you’re a high speed wreck with a telephone poll
Infect my friends, I’ll rip the scab away.

An unmentioned story on an empty highway.
You’re gone and all that’s left is a lesson and a scar to stay
I hope you know that it’s over and done
You can cry all you want but we won’t change.
These colors never fucking run.

Breaking my back trying to get through the day
And every word that’s coming at me makes it harder to stray
Away from every thought we don’t want to relate to
Your mindless stance can’t alter plans on artistic points of view

Fuck what you think.

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