.

We have no future
Heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves to hell
As fast as it can be
And I wish that
I Could be the king
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Maggots put on shirts
Sell each other shit
Sometimes I feel so worthless
Sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Death is policeman
Death is a priest
Death is a stereo
Death is T.V
Death is the tarot
Death is an angel and
Death is our God, killing us all

She put the seeds in me
Plant this dying tree
She's a burning string
And I'm just the ashes
She put the seeds in me
Plant this dying tree
She's a burning string
And I'm just the ashes

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