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Aren't I everything you wanted in a worker Cause it trips me up when I'm accused of living cushy lifestyles You tell me a win is a win But still a wish is a wish and I'm feeling sick of fighting fires in denial now Bless Patience is a key it's not a Test Morals out the window what a Mess Said you've given praise but I digress Yeah, this is my ward If you comin' pickin' fights, you fightin' my wars Flyin' off the handle, then you telling me you want more Talking shit and saying stupid things like "I'm to die for" Wait You're an eyesore Heavy on the gas bitch I think you're a cyborg Feel the pressure building filling up, you're on your high horse Trying to harass, think again cuz you're in my morgue A taste of life I never knew Always restricted by our views A race with time but still wait for cues Routine expected nothing new I'm possessed Demons actin' like pest A hollow sword with no crest I try and try but you Press, press, press I'm obsessed You're in JaCo's morgue, there's no rest No rest Can't seem to get it together, can't seem to get it get out Saw you fall off the wall that you cried for Flaws are your excuse to patronize more Feeling tall acting tall by the side door Can't seem to get it together, can't seem to get it get out Saw you fall off the wall that you cried for Flaws are your excuse to patronize more Feeling tall acting tall by the side door Can't seem to get it together, can't seem to get it get out A taste of life I never knew Always restricted by our views A race with time but still wait for cues Routine expected nothing new I'm possessed (possessed) Demons actin like pest (like pest) A hollow sword with no crest (no crest) I try and try but you Press, press, press I'm obsessed (obsessed) You're in JaCo's morgue, there's no rest No rest Can't seem to get it together can't seem to get it get out (I felt...no spirituality, at all) (Really?) (Yeah, my thoughts started idol) (Yeah, my thoughts started...) (Yeah, my thoughts started idol) Yeah, my thoughts started idol Converted suicidal You're looking down the rifle Acting like you've earned your title Your need for greed it's vital You think your life's entitled Don't have to learn survival when your life runs on denial My thoughts, yeah they started off idol Converted suicidal See joy and you turn homicidal Walking around here acting like you've earned your title Your need for greed it's vital And you think your cushy life's entitled Don't have to learn survival when your life runs on denial A taste of life I never knew Always restricted by our views A race with time but still wait for cues Routine expected nothing new I'm possessed (possessed) Demons actin like pest (like pest) A hollow sword with no crest (no crest) I try and try but you Press, press, press I'm obsessed (obsessed) You're in JaCo's morgue, there's no rest No rest Can't seem to get it together can't seem to get it get out