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Text: Down. Diary of a Mad Band. Losing All.

This is what called losing all

My brain distorts the pleasure
No facts behind my eyes
This pain, I've come to treasure
Being down has become my life

Don't know which one is real
Been kicked in the groin
I drown the way I feel
Though I will to go
Losing all

I'm Lord of misery
I'm King of the hill
I'm a broken man of the world
In a state of

My wrists are slit, I'm losing all
Gun at my head, I'm losing all
My bones are broken, I'm losing all
Last time I had, I'm losing all
Losing all, fuck

Losing all
Losing all
Losing all
Losing all