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Terrified of the died, steady loss of friends
Rising star going far, doomed to an early end

I got nothing, we got nothing, we all have nothing, fucking nothing.

I got nothing, nothing left to lose, I'm fucking losing it. I got nothing, no excuse. I'm fucking losing it. I've got nothing but the blues, I'm fucking losing it. I got nothing red, white blues,I'm fucking losing it.

Every face ends with a dead end.
Body, shell, a ghost.
Mind is sickened by the parasites,
I've become a host.

I'm fucking losing it.
I fucking want to quit.
I'm running through,
Red white, red white, and bruised