This is it

Nothing has ever been any clearer
The little voice inside my head says
Finish me, I am defected
Resurrected then rejected

Born to contrast the pain
That's how I know you're right, make no sense
Now I think there's something wrong with me
There's something wrong with you

Follow me, fully evacuated
[Incomprehensible] incubated
My torture, no one is worthy of it
Make this work

I won't lie
But if I tell you the truth you will run
I won't try
But honestly this is so much fun

Born and then live, now you die
Repeat it, repeat it but you can't
Then you scream then you cry why me? Why me?
Yes, you're the one that we want, no denying

Follow me, fully evacuated
[Incomprehensible] incubated
My torture, no one is worthy of it
Make this work

I won't lie
But if I tell you the truth you will run
I won't try
But baby I'm having fun
Please let me explain that great thing

Violence to unblock the sun
Violence is the oldest gun
Greatness will be not monetary
Kill me to make something scary

It is a crime, it's a drug
Make the choice, make your choice



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"F" as written by James Dewees

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    General CommentI'm completely sure on these lyrics up until the "Kill this" part in the end.


    This is it.

    Nothing has ever been any clearer.
    The little voice inside my head said:
    Finish me.
    I am defected.
    Resurrected.
    It's been rejected.

    Born to catastrophe.
    That's how I know you're right.
    Makes no sense.

    Now I think there's something wrong with me.
    There's something wrong with you.

    Photograph for the inoculated.
    It's a scab. Infected, incubated.
    Hide the cure, no one is worthy of it.
    Make this pure.

    I won't lie, but if I tell you the truth you will run.
    I won't try, but honestly this is so much fun.

    Born and then live.
    Now you die.
    Repeat it. Repeat it.

    But you kick.
    And you scream.
    And you cry.
    Why me? Why me?

    Yes, you're the one that we want.
    No denying.

    Photograph for the inoculated.
    It's a scab. Infected, incubated.
    Hide the cure, no one is worthy of it.
    Make them pure.


    I won't lie, but if I tell you the truth you will run.
    I won't try, but baby I'm having fun.

    Please let me explain everything.

    Violence to unblock the sun.
    Violence is the only cure.
    Maggots will be the monetary.
    Kill this to lack something scary.

    It is a crime.
    It's a drug.
    Make this choice.
    Make your choice.
    You'll be a memoryon September 11, 2008   Link

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