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Everyday I play a game
Put the mask on acting sane
Inverting your crucifix
I'm sick and tired of all that shit

I know damn well I'm going to hell
If you truly cared you’d meet me there
Walk down this path, fuck the past
The pieces all fell apart and I don’t think
They could ever be put back

And inside
I wish I could say I was alive
But there’s a war going on
In my head, a great genocide

But I guess you can’t realize
How you fucked me up inside
Saccharine promise with gilded lies
And you think you know
What its like to die

I put my soul on a silver platter
And gave you a porcelain gift
Prayed to god you wouldn’t shatter
That this time, for once, would turn out perfect

I trusted you without a doubt
But motherfucker who would’ve guessed
Nothing changes in life’s little test
It’s all a game, I should’ve known
It’s always the same

I should've known

I didn’t though……..

But I guess I get what I deserve
Maybe one day I’ll get the nerve
To point the barrel
Squeeze my finger
And kiss the world goodbye