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I woke up in a hole!

I spent the night digging my grave
Dirt nap atrophy
Zombie life magazine
Front page headline
Reads "Suicide pipe dreams"
Force fed a life I refuse
Swimming neck deep in dirt
I will choose how I lose

Dying means I don't need anything
Fucking refuse

(Lie to me) Give me your word it's safe
(Lie to me) So I can hear the fake
(Lie to me) Give me your word it's safe
(Lie to me) So I can dig my grave

Force fed a life I refuse
Under a lightning filled sky
I will choose

At the end of the day hang me up so high that the angels play with my hair
Bury me so low
That the life I loathe
Dissipates and slips away

Hang me high
Bury me low

(Lie to me) Give me your word it's safe
(Lie to me) So I can dig my grave

At the end of the day hang me high
Under thunder and lightning filled skies
Then bury me low
So no angels die
For the life I loathe

Run your dreams into the ground

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