Born and raised in this heartless place.
In search of clearity, I’m still in this haze.
Pain and rejection will keep me under.
In search of balance we’re born to suffer.
The more I’ve been through, the less I survive.
This rotten world’s gonna take its toll.
Wrong choices at every point.
I’ll try to keep it down, but I’m losing control.
Wished that I could still stand strong.
Take me to church, I’ll bring my cross.
For all the priests that I have trust.
I’ll bring the nails and make them suffer.
Wished that I could stop the world from spinning.
It’s going out of control.
No peace, no fucking salvation.
There is no luck.
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