Turn around. Watch it falling down. Watch us build it up, and then we burn it down.
So many ways you run and hide.
Fucking torn apart from the fear inside.
Wake up it's in your head.
So many ways you run and hide.
Fucking torn apart from the fear inside.
Wake up it's in your head.
Wake up before it's dead.
We're hitting self-destruct now.
No end in sight, we're fucked.
These fucking words are our nooses now.
You get the best of me.
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