I can\'t seem to find the other way
It\'s just too damn slippery of a walk
Broken wrists and half-launched missions
It seems to be a wonder why I wilt
Dreams under Jesus, next to Washington\'s dream
Pump me full of patriot bias
These will be the best years of your life
And to say I want to see 65
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Nothing like another night of playing games
Back around the same fucking board
Never collecting anything, always skidding
Never asleep, but then I\'m never awake
I could look into an awakening, but I like my release more
It\'ll taste better now, bitter honey
Now I just wait for the wasp to sting my tongue
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I see you laughing
Grinning your perverted smile of lust and righteousness
You spit on my method, only to turn dirt to more mud
And then you\'ll stick yourself someday
So then I hope we rot together
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