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I saw it coming my way right before my time

And now I sit here with nothing waste of my own mind.

Sit here with nothing, rotten pride.

Gone to far from where I used to belong.

And I would trade it all sell my soul to grow some kind,

any kind of peace.

Sit here I smoked it down my throat far from where I used to belong.

And I would cut out my eyes, strip my soul to grow some kind,

any kind of peace.

Sit here with nothing rotten pride.

Gone to far from where I used to belong.

And I would trade it all sell my soul to grow some kind any kind of peace inside.

Here I am now staring at this selling entertainment.

Redeemed in my own emptiness.