Nothing to hide - straight edge
True til the fucking end
Stumbling around town like the living dead
I want to smash some sense into your fucking head.
No sign of perception on your plastered face
No recognition of the time you waste
With just one chance at life - You gotta do it right
Not throwing up all day - from fucking wasted nights
There's no point in having fun - if you can’t remember it
Forgotten memories are worthless - you fucking piece of shit.
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