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And how does it feel like to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter screaming symphony?

Single out the weak link in the chain, a generation damaged in the brain.

You should feel what I feel, you should take what I take.

Hm. I was confused. For if I was dead... how and why... did I die?

Then I stood paralyzed, on the supposed golden path.

How can I change the world, if I can't even change myself?

You wired me awake, and hit me with a hand of broken nails.

I've seen diamonds cut through harder men.

Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more.

Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree.

You wanted perfect, you got your perfect, but now I'm too perfect for you.