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Lyrics:
I guess I'm still angry Still punching walls that look like you I drop-kicked an old lady She didn't do anything
There are consequences For inactions, too
No common words No language I've no way to curse you And your burnt skin
Well, I'm still seeing red Dropping excuses like dead skin Ignoring bruises like children And jumping out of every window
Left open And catching every branch On my way down
No ornate tomb An unmarked headstone I've no place to mourn you So I won't
And you know I'm still pissed After a life Tempestuous
And unless you can rise from the dead I'll die like this
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