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Tekster: Zebrahead. Hit The Ground.

Anesthetized by these lies
I don't believe in truth
And I apologize
But my sacrifice
Has nothing to do with you
'Cause I've been victimized
Like ocean size
From the blood your needle drew
And I apologize
But my demise
Has everything to do with you
Settle up with the devil
Close the basement door
Full force on the shovel
And unearth the floor
You were there one day
But you're here no more
Like a stroke through the heart
And you play the whore
'Cause you stole my soul
Kleptomaniac
Now I can hate myself take my anger back
Love is a violent attack
You cut me down
I feel no pain now
This nightmare is almost through
I hit the ground
No need to feel now
My time here is all but done
All but done
Now I'm up in the attic
Where the rafter's strong
So many reasons to be tragic
And the list is long
If you think I've lost hope
You were never wrong
'Cause the churning of the rope
Is my battle song
Settle up with the devil
Close the basement door
Full force on the shovel
And unearth the floor
You we're there one day
But you're here no more
Like a stake through the heart
And you play the whore
'Cause you burned my souol
Pyromaniac
You can hate yourself take your anger back
Love is a violent attack
I can't stand on my own feet now
I can't crawl forever and a day
Felt like I was getting stronger
Before you turned and walked away
I apologize
But my demise
Has everything to do with you