Hectoliters - THING

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We We deceive We believe our own lies Be yourself and keep throwing the dice It's the way that they make me feel bad They are fueling my hatred, and I feel alive If I die could I take you with me When you hide could I get my free will? Don't know why, but you fill me with fear I feel safe when they're gone, all alone, by my own Why would they do this to me What's the point of my skin I can scream and be heard But no one seems to care If they wanted a beast They'd create it with ease Without making whatever my weak body is Now you're here meant to be Trapped alongside with me Trying to escape the confinement That got me so pissed I'm imprisoned for something that I can't control And that light in your back clearly knows it's their fault We We deceive We believe our own lies Be yourself and keep throwing the dice It's the way that they make me feel bad They are fueling my hatred, and I feel alive If I die could I take you with me When you hide could I get my free will? Don't know why, but you fill me with fear I feel safe when they're gone, all alone, by my own
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