There's really no surprise
In an anhedonic life
The crud becomes a cartoon
I close my eyes and shut off the light
There's no light
And I'm not easily amused
No I won't carry a tune
No I won't be singing from a roof
I'm violent from compelling abuse
I hang onto my phone
It's the only thing that's lust
The room begins to count down
One more year, I hope that you choke
But you won't
And I'm not easily amused
No I won't carry a tune
No I won't be singing from a roof
I'm violent from compelling abuse
I'm not easily amused
No I won't carry a tune
No I won't be singing from a roof
I'm violent from compelling abuse
Violent from compelling abuse

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