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I've tried writing this letter now
Several times before
When the parties over and the liquor is no more
I tell you now that living has become somewhat a chore
And following their rules is such a god forsaken bore
Now I say god because I'm program but I believe in none
I see no interventions and I see no holy sons
And if I'm wrong then strike me down and break these breathing lungs
Just take the words reverse them back upon my evil tounge
I've seen children harm each other like it's second nature
Some just want to watch the world burn bang upon the drums
And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on
cause chaos has a melody and death just like a song
I sing, sing out to the rafters I sing
Close this little chapter when I think
This life is a disaster and it stings
I'm trying to find a way to just sing
Sing out to the rafters I sing
Close this little chapter when I think
This life is a disaster and it stings
I'm trying to find a way out
What a world, what a world
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
What a world , what a world
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end♫
