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Josh Adams
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Wesley Miller
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Derrick Taylor
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You fired from a grassy knoll I'd never see this one coming Smiles are taking their toll Fascism just ain't funny In a past life I really thought I was dead Cut the brake lines And roll me off the edge Do not pull me out of this wreck Just let the match burn I'm on a rotor driving straight into a hornets' nest You said rhetorical, well you're going to hate me at my best I just want to throw it all away And bury my empathy in the yard God knows there will be hell to pay Your Catholic guilt has got you this far Oh, you're wasting your time Chasing demons That won't relent Now I'll take back what's mine To circumvent My looming dread I saw you on the 7th floor Shoot me when this gets funny Shaken right to my core "Hands up," they could be loving Wrap me up Don't resuscitate Cause what the fuck am I without the ever-living shame Do not exit this way It's just a trap door I'm on a rotor driving straight into a hornets' nest You said rhetorical, well you're going to hate me at my best Oh, you're wasting your time Chasing demons That won't relent Now I'll take back what's mine To circumvent My looming dread Skip down From a burning house You lit me up And my brains fell out Sleep now In world renown It's not enough To fade it out
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