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Songtexte: Cut It Out!. Demons. Recluse.


Leading my life where the truth is so far
while you polish the cage with golden bars
all my life i?ve been fucking up for you
never been in a house that was a home
the rain came down through the roof
and all my life i?m still fucking up for you
i?ll drink myself to an early grave
whatever it takes to erase the pain
you were never there and you never cared
now all i need is just a breath of fresh air
fuck your friends fuck your family too
grow up life ain?t high school
you think you?re cool
think you?re the shit
i don?t need your fucking clique man
Cut It Out!