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Clit 45 Self Hate Crimes

in a mental jail cell There's no ditching this is LA drag it's all empty bags and back-end slags so we commit our "A" set crimes as we overdose on time

nights Searching for the things that I wont find Meaningless sex, whose sheets am I in? It?s uneasy stench stains my skin We?re all reading out last rights with self-hate crimes

Midnight rides one-eyed drunk high it's do or die(how bout both?) blacked out kicks it's all a mystery spell relief with an O and an E We ain't the

Did years under your belt cease a reason to care? Is your revolution on the shelf? Are you finding your ideals are no longer ideal in a world where you

Got goals, got dreams regurgitate lines that hide what i think burn away our childhood fears fill the gaps with a round of beer [Chorus] Does it matter

I got a knife to my neck and a gun right to my head Getting out your aggression in a teenage make-out session Now you got nothing left to show but broken

So many people live lives so mundane Click, Click, Click as their lives fade away Their lives suck and they don't even know why But nothing ever changes