You never got used to yourself
You never could suffer your own thoughts
The money was hate that you chased
The deeper the hole
The further the fall
A passion for flight
One more run!
One more ride!
One more score!
One more high!
A bullet to blackout
A bullet to free
A bullet to burn away
What you could not unsee
You didn't deserve this
But nobody does
Transition from hell to hell to hell
To hell, to hell, to hell, to hell, to hell, to hell
They already tore your old house down!
Wake up! Wake up!
They already sent all your friends down!
Wake up! Wake up!
They already closed the old school down!
Now!
Now!
Now!
You have one last chance to make things right
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