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thank god it's friday 'cause fridays will always be better than sundays 'cause sundays are my suicide days.

we're broken people, yeah.

'cause when the sun sets it upsets what's left of my invested interest interested in putting my fingers to my head.

i know i'm not my only friend.

i know, i know-ow-ow what that means, i know-ow-ow-ow-ow.

the solution is, i see a whole room of these mutant kids fused at the wrist, i simply tell them they should shoot at this.

entertain my faith.

pa, i hear them coming down the hall.

and now i just sit.

i'm not free, i asked forgiveness three times, same amount that i denied, i three-time mvp'd this crime.

and since we know that dreams are dead, and life turns plans up on their head, i will plan to be a bum so i just might become someone.

our brains are sick but that's okay.

and i know that i can fight, or i can let the lion win. i begin to assemble what weapons i can find, 'cause sometimes to stay alive, you gotta kill your mind.

i will fear the night again.

i hope i'm not my only friend.

why am i not scared in the morning? i don't hear those voices calling. i must have kicked them out, i must have kicked them out.

take pride in what is sure to die.

let's say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down.

i know where you stand, silent in the trees.

i find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside, it's on my sleeve, my skin will scream reminding me of who i killed inside my dream.

whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed, sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.

i will set my soul on fire, what have i become? i'm sorry.

i liked it better when my car had sound.

i find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside, it's on my sleeve, my skin will scream reminding me of who i killed inside my dream.

and you all have plans to take it, to take it, don't take it, take it, take it.

i could pull the steering wheel.

i will make you queen of everything you see, i'll put you on the map, i'll cure you of disease.

and i know that i can fight, or i can let the lion win. i begin to assemble what weapons i can find, 'cause sometimes to stay alive, you gotta kill your mind.

i'm trying, i'm trying to sleep, but i can't, but i can't when you all have guns for hands, yeah.

then we move on my shadow grows taller along with my fears and my frame shrinks smaller as night grows near.