this is not my idea of fun. when every second is a numbing rerun. day in, day out, the shit just builds a bigger wall. when all that's gold has turned to shit, and my life seems like a fucking gift, I take away the golden brick just to see you fall. every day we grow so much older, and come closer to wearing out. as my ends start to fray, I start to wonder what this is all about. and in this doomed fate in which i fucking bleed, i'm dealt this tortured existence which is something i don't fucking need. the answers never come without an abundance of strife, and if your lucky, you'll pull thru..........(x2) what we've set up for you (x3). what we've set up!!

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