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This bottle is putting me to sleep, or maybe itâs the conversation
Every one talks but thereâs no truth, the bullshit fountain ever flowing
So numb Iâm psychotic, a vortex of secrets a diamond of lies
Plastic bags over their heads, theyâre not ex-lovers they are the ones who survived
Monkey Byte
Monkey Byte
This is the end
HELL STARTS NOW
Brain dead movies help you forget, you got no feeling below the ears
The masquerade of name dropping, compare the bags of broken skulls and dollars
Champaign glitterati; tabloid fodder yes fuckinâ please
Gentleman says âladies firstâ, but the rat who hangs back always gets the cheese
Monkey Byte
Rabidly boring
I stopped caring
When it got dull
Monkey Byte
Rage against nothing
This is the end
HELL STARTS NOW
Hell sounds like this!
Entertain us with your life, repeating brain dead mistakes make your worse fears come true
Iâm so bored iâm dangerous, but the bleak nothingness makes the cliché feel new
Champaign glitterati; tabloid fodder oh yes fuckinâ please
Gentleman says âladies firstâ, but the rat who hangs back always gets the cheese
Monkey Byte
Rabidly boring
I stopped caring
When it got dull
Monkey Byte
Rage against nothing
This is the end
HELL STARTS NOW