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Chris Turley
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I'm insatiable, please cure me, is what I have a disease This impulse takes over everything that's human about me It's terrible, this craving, oh can I find some relief This feeling's making me question everything that I believe Fate is not without its own sense of irony But let's face reality at least We've found ourselves here In over our heads under your bed sheets It's unbearable, do you hear me? I've been a slave since my birth Born into biological chains by my own chemical curse They're terrible, these cravings, oh can they get any worse How long will it be until I may return to the Earth Fate is not without its own sense of irony But let's face reality at least We've found ourselves here In over our heads under your bed sheets All of this pain will eventually subside This pain will subside, bite down on the cyanide Killing the beast inside, my very own Mr. Hyde This pain will subside, bite down on the cyanide Killing the beast inside Maybe then I will find some peace of mind Fate is not without its own sense of irony But let's face the truth at least We've found ourselves here Dying together to live for one week Fate is not without its own sense of irony But let's face reality at least We've found ourselves here In over our heads under your bed sheets Fate is not without its own sense of irony But let's face reality at least We've found ourselves here In over our heads lying in your bed tonight And this is where we'll die If we don't get out in time
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