We've dealt with something colder. Goodbye Mr. Salesman. How does it work? And the tick tock on the hour, I know you're not too loud and we're all alone. Looks like we made a mess again. Looks like it's not too clean. Because my hands are on my hand on your neck. Looks like we're hiding. mAnd they want to offer me something I'd never understand. And they want something that's colder. I can't give that. All I want, decision don't matter or not to get you, yeah. And we fought so long. And something something don't matter to you. It's taking a toll right over your faith, it's taking something and we all understand. I know the walk, the way you walk. You're tied or something. Justice will be served. I want to feel real, I want to be real, realer than ahhhhh. Justice will be off with his head. Your time, your time. It doesn't get to you. Goodbye Mr. Salesman. This lullaby has to end. Did I say I was something that wasn't real, realer than you? I want to be real, realer than you. I don't know, but justice will be off with his head. Choke. You'll choke on your words, choke on my tongue.


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