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Ain't it sick
I let you have some of my time
You're a cancer on the world
and a fire in my mind
Trying hard to lose my venomous tongue
I'll lose it when I've heard that
you have died young

You make me feel
You make me feel
You make me feel
Sickened to the core

I don't want your promises of time and space
Giving you a piece of mind seems like such a waste

How are you gonna get back
all the fools you once held
The devil down in hell
says you got nothing to sell
except yourself but that ain't nothing new
who wants a soul thats all battered and used


You make me feel
You make me feel
You make me feel
Sickened to the core

I don't want your promises of time and space
Giving you a piece of mind seems like such a waste

How the hell can you get up and look me in the face?

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