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Old Scratch has his eye on me,
as I make these twisted fingers bleed,
trying to wring a truth from the lies I created,
I feel so jaded,
as everything I ever built,
comes crashing down,
a martyr complex,
wreathed in this thorn crown,
this is the end of me,
It doesn't even matter what I say,
Cause no one listens anyway,
its, all on me, all on me,
the weight of the world to fuel your fire,
and it doesn't even matter what I say,
Cause no one gives a shit anyway,
it's all on me, all on me,
your twisted eyes will never see,
It's all a lie,
and I don't want to die alone,
another victim,
of brutal honesty,
these times are hard,
but you don't care,
as long as you can,
get drunk and pass out in the dark,
All on me, all on me, all on me, all on me
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