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Searching for a mode and for a method
What's he thinking and what the fuck is he saying?
And does it matter anyway?
'Never again...' I begin to think
As the liquid seeps in and the agony escapes my lungs
The simple
You can't take
Can't take back some mistakes
You've come to see, now I know that my life must end
And while I may be forgotten, there will be no forgiveness
You've come to see, now I know that my life must end
Searching for mode or motivation... what was I thinking?
Searching for a mode and for a method
What the fuck is he saying?
Dreaming in dog years
And though I may be forgotten, there will be no forgiveness
You've come to see, now I know that my life must end
There will be seven, there will be seven
You've come to see, now I know that my life must end
Be it seven seconds or seven years
It doesn't matter

Like the kiss that condemned Christ
It was such a pity to throw away
Dreaming
I'm not afraid to die
Like the kiss that condemned Christ
It was such a pity to throw away
Dreaming
I'm not afraid to die
Dreaming
Splitting headaches and random thoughts...what matters anyways?
Hypertension? Diabetes?
I had it all, now I can't feel my legs
I heard the metal clank, and Guy just sold out good ole' Bud
And it's not gonna be alright
And it's not going to be 'ok.'
And it's not gonna be alright
And it's not going to be 'ok.'
And it's not gonna be alright
And it's not going to be 'ok.'
And it's not gonna be alright
And it's not going to be 'ok.'
And it's not gonna be alright
And it's not going to be 'ok.'