It's days like this I wish that I
Wish that I
You don?t understand me
And you probably never will
Got a tendency
The deeper you get, the farther you fall down
The closer
To the haters, the takers, the liars, all the vultures
And
It's not that complicated and you ain't gotta believe
They'll put
Disgusted by your weakness
You have no right to live
To know
I remember when all the games began
Remember every little lie
The devil's own
Why?
Where did I go wrong?
Who was I supposed
Break that shit down
Zoltan, open the sky
You want it, you
Fuck it all
Sick of being sick and tired
Sick of understanding
Tired
A company always on the run
A destiny, oh it's the
You can take the money, you can take the ride
You
You think you know me, you don't know shit
I've seen
(Instrumental)
All perched alone he sits there broken
An elder man with
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