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I'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.