I'm feeling to alive to be dead yet too dead to be alive.
Let that drip drop red and put the medicine inside.
Bet I'm better than these metal peddlers but pride
got me bent up like I'll never get a little bit of shine.
But I'm fending off the time, finger on the button
something heavy on the side, lingering on nothing.
What I put inside my mind, often bitter and disgusting,
So reminiscent of liquor my liver didn't function. Now,
I'm digging up from the dirt.
Separating self from where the grunts go to work.
Save your self hatred and your love of getting hurt
for your final destination stumbling drunk up in a hearse.
Look, it's purgatory for the people
who believed the glory when they heard the "Story of the Eagle."
Fool, you can't reinvent truth.
I'd rather die the worst me than live to be the best you.
Let that drip drop red and put the medicine inside.
Bet I'm better than these metal peddlers but pride
got me bent up like I'll never get a little bit of shine.
But I'm fending off the time, finger on the button
something heavy on the side, lingering on nothing.
What I put inside my mind, often bitter and disgusting,
So reminiscent of liquor my liver didn't function. Now,
I'm digging up from the dirt.
Separating self from where the grunts go to work.
Save your self hatred and your love of getting hurt
for your final destination stumbling drunk up in a hearse.
Look, it's purgatory for the people
who believed the glory when they heard the "Story of the Eagle."
Fool, you can't reinvent truth.
I'd rather die the worst me than live to be the best you.
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