He feels for the dead souls and he sees and feels their pleads all around. We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground. I was just a product of the street youth rageīorn in this world without a voice or sayĬaught in the spokes with an abandoned brain I'm tired of begging for the things that I wantĪ single night without a ghost in the walls.Īnd if the bass shakes the earth underground. You told me, "think about it", well I did So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late. Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor. I'm tired of begging for the things that I want, Well I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore. Please, won't you push me for the last time, Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. I take a look up in the sky and I see red Keep it up keep it up lets raise our hands I bet you never had a Friday night like this Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
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