You had a perfect life You're born with innocence You had a perfect wife But now you're sick of it
You spend your time alone in silence You think about the things you would've done And then you take a pill to fight the Voices that are running through your head
You kill in silence A bullet through the head Your work is violent You'd rather see her dead
But I know where to find you when it's at night And I know how you try to hide all your lies
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