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End Of The World (5, March 2011)
Hysteria driving my mind,
Riots smashing my dreams.
Rage and Love burning up my sanity.
I thought I was so sain,
That I was living in a world of make believe.
This dull life I've been living,
Nothing more but boring.
So sick & tired,
Of being sick & tired.
Fuck!
I don't care about me.
This world ain't real to me.
It's all just a shitty dream.
Nightmares come for me,
Feeds off my energy.
Who am I to give a shit?
This life ain't madefoor me.
"Well, two shits for you," they say to me.
I don't care about you.
Riots smashing my dreams.
Rage and Love burning up my sanity.
I thought I was so sain,
That I was living in a world of make believe.
This dull life I've been living,
Nothing more but boring.
So sick & tired,
Of being sick & tired.
Fuck!
I don't care about me.
This world ain't real to me.
It's all just a shitty dream.
Nightmares come for me,
Feeds off my energy.
Who am I to give a shit?
This life ain't madefoor me.
"Well, two shits for you," they say to me.
I don't care about you.
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