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Songtexte: Weekend Nachos. Elevated Tracks.

My inner demons are set free
Crowded bodies close to me
Bloody fantasies inside my head
Praying that we'll soon be dead
No words could describe how I feel in this place
Staring at everyone's miserable face
This world is my enemy, I have no friends
I'm waiting for the day when it comes to an end